THE HOME OF THE KITE 



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and not more than twenty-five feet from the ground, 

 was the nest we had longed to find. By going up 

 the hill a short distance it was possible to look into 

 the nest, so 

 steep was the 



slope. As we | 



approached the 

 wood a strange 

 bird - call was 

 heard, which 

 was, I believe, 

 the kite's note, 

 but it was not 

 repeated. The 

 wood itself was 

 like any other 

 wood. Dead 

 bracken was 

 lying every- 

 where and hid- 

 ing the loose, 

 slaty accumu- 

 lation on the 

 ground. 



A green woodpecker repeatedly gave out his yaf- 

 yaf-yaf. A mist or fine rain was rapidly coming on, 

 and I was afraid it would make photography im- 

 possible; but fortunately the sky cleared sufficiently 



KITE S NEST 



