THE OOLOGIST 



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marked eggs incubated about one 

 week. These eggs were covered with 

 fresh green leaves as were all the 

 other sets collected that day. 

 I arrived home about 5 p. m., tired 

 and hungry, but well pleased with my 

 success. G R. Barlow. 



Danielson, Conn. 



Goshawk Notes. 



Goshawks still hang about my 

 stamping grounds but the pair from 

 which I took eggs and young for two 

 seasons have deserted their old nest- 

 ing ground for good I am afraid, since 

 a lot of timber was cut off close by. 

 Several times this past summer I have 

 seen a Goshawk about some of the 

 large timber tracts while prowling 

 about or trouting in the mountains. 



Early in December a fine adult 

 Goshawk met his doom in a peculiar 

 manner. A party living on a farm near 

 here raises English Pheasants. He 

 has quite a large enclosure covered on 

 top and sides with wire netting such 

 as is usually used about chicken coops. 

 A Goshawk passing over saw the 

 Pheasants but not the wire, and no 

 doubt smacking his chops over the 

 prospect of such easy picking he drop- 

 ped like a shot and smashed right 

 through the netting severing his head 

 completely on the way through. The 

 party who owned the place had just 

 stepped out doors when the hawk made 

 his dash and was just in time to see 

 the performance. He brought the bird 

 to me and outside of the head which 

 was cut off, the bird didn't seem to be 

 cut or broken up any way. 



Later in December while hunting 

 white rabbits or hares along a large 

 tract of virgin timber, my friend and I 

 found the tracks of a weasel chasing 

 a gray rabbit up and down an old 

 road. We went up the old road slowly 

 toward the edge of the timber, keeping 

 a sharp lookout for bunny, intending 



to let him pass and then hand it to 

 the weasel as he came along. Right 

 at the edge of the timber an adult 

 Goshawk got up off the snow ahead of 

 us and soon disappeared among the 

 hemlock. Arriving at the place we 

 found where the hawk had killed the 

 rabbit in the road and dragging it 

 off a few feet had it half eaten up. So 

 in this case the weasel didn't get his 

 rabbit nor did we get the weasel. 



R. B. Simpson. 

 Warren, Penna. 



A Broad Wing's Nest. 



On May 7, 1910, I struck back over 

 the mountains for a two days' trip in 

 the woods. It is a wild, rugged coun- 

 try, lumbered some years ago but with 

 a good covering of a second growth 

 and exceedingly hard to work, on ac- 

 count of the dense undergrowth of 

 Rhoddendron in the low lands. Be- 

 yong a vain chase of a pair of Pileat- 

 ed Woodpeckers, a new nest of the 

 Black and White Warbler and a beau- 

 tiful set of seven Chickadees eggs the 

 day was devoid of anything extraordin- 

 ary, though the constant lookout for 

 birds above and snakes below kept 

 one very busy. 



Several times that day I noticed a 

 medium sized Hawk flying over one of 

 the thickest swamps so the next day 

 I decided to see what it was doing in 

 that locality. The undergrowth was 

 so thick that I decided to walk up to 

 the trout stream and watch the banks 

 for posisble Louisiana Water Thrush 

 nests. Half way up the wooded sec- 

 tion I heard a shrill "clee-e-e" and in- 

 stantly stopped, recognizing it as the 

 cry of the Broad Winged Hawk. The 

 stream was lined with beautiful Hem- 

 lock at this place and I soon saw a 

 suspicious looking dark mass about 40 

 feet up in a Hemlock on the very edge 

 of the stream. As I started to ascend 

 both Hawks soared about and finally 



