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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 



