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WILD WINGS 
THE CLIMB TO A RED-TAILED HAWk’S NEST 
“my friend climbed” 
the base of a mountain. The rocks rise so abruptly that often 
the observer can walk very near the nest, and not infrequently 
see into it. On the sixteenth of a recent April I visited a 
fine tract of old deciduous trees on a side hill where I had 
seen a pair of these hawks so frequently that I was assured 
of their nesting. Hardly had I entered the grove, halfway 
up the hill, when I noticed a nest on a tall chestnut, but so 
far below me that I found myself gazing upon the back 
