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willow wrens and other small birds with young ; 

 but, despite its buoyancy, the owl struck me as far 

 less graceful on the wing than the nighthawk. 

 The quick smooth, silent sweeps and curves of the 

 nightjar are fine to watch. 



The headlong speed of the swift, the long hanging 

 glides of the high borne swift, the resounding cuts 

 through the air of the swift these the nightjar 

 has not. Yet he too is a master in wingship. 



