The marsh-hawk 



prairie close to the edge of the Rocky Mountains, 

 and even in the heart of a city. Mr. Stone records 

 that once he had a studio in Washington near the 

 Treasury Building and a pair of sparrow-hawks 

 came daily to a telephone pole close by and lay in 

 wait for the English sparrows, which they appar- 

 ently took to their young somewhere in a concealed 



