326 The “ Hen Hawk ”’ 
coloring that sometimes appears just before sunrise, but 
no visitors came. The morning slowly wore on until ten 
o’clock, and if the hawks had not breakfasted, they 
must have been hungry indeed, judging from my own 
feelings. I had now been working ten days, and 
had not made a single exposure. It was rather dis- 
couraging; but recalling other photographs for which 
I had waited years, and for which I had worked 
steadily for days at a time, I was not warranted in 
giving this one up. The following morning was 
spent in useless waiting, as also was the next. Then 
followed another brief baiting period from the stakes, 
and an early morning watch. It was nearly eight 
o’clock and I was ready to give up, to try another 
morning, when, as if from the sky, a beautiful red- 
tailed hawk dropped gracefully upon the perch 
arranged for him. He folded his wings, stood at his 
full height with his neck outstretched, his head slightly 
turned, and seemed to eye the bait suspiciously. 
Quickly I opened and closed the shutter, the snap- 
shot was made, and a moment later he was sailing 
over the tree tops, seemingly whistling back to me 
‘““Kee-e-e.” In due time the negative was developed, 
and before it was dry it was named “Looking the 
Situation Over.”’ 
In the days that followed two other negatives were 
