282 WILD WINGS 
xA.nother year a young friend, wishing to please me, set out 
alone to find a hawks’ nest. I lent him my buggy, and he 
drove many miles, returning empty-handed, as I expected. 
He reported that he had not seen a sign of a hawk, nothing 
but some birds about the size of Robins that had made a 
great fuss and swoo]Ded at him, in a thick pine grove. There 
were two nests built of sticks close by, high up in the 
trees. Climbing away up to one, he found it empty, and in 
vexation departed, exclaiming, “ You ’re no hawks, nothing 
but Robins ; you can’t fool me ! ” Next day. May eighteenth, 
I drove there with him, ten miles from home, and a mile 
down a logging road into a swamp, where I had him climb 
“A BROOD OF TINY SHARPSHINS IN THEIR NEST” 
TAKEN FROM ITS SITE 
