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Bird- Lore 



We saw no more of our early visitors for three weeks, and concluded that 

 the adventure in our tent had frightened them away for all time; then one morn- 

 ing, when returning from an early paddle down stream, we heard a familiar 

 clucking, and found two 'Grouselets' busily engaged in feeding near our fire- 

 place. The old bird was in a spruce tree overhead and, as we stepped out of 

 the canoe, she flew to the ground beside her chicks. 



The little ones were now half-grown, but there were only two of them — 

 probably a Goshawk, of which there were dozens along the stream, had made 

 away with the third. 



This time, after all the film we wanted had been secured, my wife decided 

 she would see just how near the Grouse would let her come. With her hand 

 outstretched, she moved slowly toward the bird, which was sitting on a log, 

 and actually stroked it on the back. It did not appear greatly disturbed, but 

 merely crouched closer to the log, and after a few moments slipped off 

 into the grass. 



We never saw the Grouse or her little ones after that day ; and, although we 

 like to believe they are still alive, I am afraid that the story of their end could 

 be told by a fox or a Goshawk. 



FEMALE PHEASANT AT FEEDING STATION 

 Photographed by Guy A. Bailey, Geneseo, N. Y. 



