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STORIES OF BIRD LIFE 



From the moment he arrived in camp and was tied out 

 to a tree he became the master of the territory over which 

 his string would allow him to move. One of the dogs 

 whose curiosity prompted her to come too near was 

 severely pecked on the nose. Losing his balance when the 

 stroke was given, the bird fell on his back, and there lay 

 kicking and squawking while the dog retreated to a safe 

 distance. 



Upon breaking camp we put the bird in the rear of a 



wagon among a mixture of pots, 

 cartridge belts and hammocks, 

 named him Levy in memory of 

 the lake, and headed for home. 



Before half a mile was covered 

 a loud strangled squawking 

 brought me clambering back over 

 the outfit. There lay Levy on his 

 back, kicking out with his long 

 legs most earnestly. He was chok- 

 ing on the leg and foot of a dead 



fish hawk which he had undertaken to swallow. His appe- 

 tite knew no bounds. 



Later, in the garden at home his greed for fresh beef 

 was even greater than his appetite for fish had been. He 

 seemed never satisfied with eating until he could swallow 



