﻿An Experience in Tree-top Photography 5 



the hillside, thread in hand and eyes fastened on the nest, I had my 

 forebodings. 



Time passed — a generous slice of it — when suddenly Mrs. Broad-wing 

 began saying something out loud in the woods right behind me. At once, 

 with sinking heart, I realized how ill-protected I was from a Hawk-eye 

 attack in the rear. Evidently she was perched where she could see me. 

 It took her some time to express her whole mind, but at last she went sailing 

 off with a few parting remarks whose personal application was not hard to get. 



YOUNG BROAD-WINGED HAWKS. JUNE o 

 Note the meadow mouse and shrew on the rim of the nest 



No picture of Mrs. Broad -wing that day. Instead, another climb to 

 secure the camera and place the dummy again in position. 



It was nearly a month (July 6) before circumstances permitted me to 

 again visit the Broad-wings. 



It was with small expectation of finding any of them at home that I took 

 my camera and crossed the river for a last friendly call. 



My state of mind may perhaps be imagined when I found not simply no 

 Hawks, but no nest. A little search, however, revealed fragments of the 

 nest here and there as it had been thrown from the tree. 



I at once began an investigation by interviewing a boy at the nearest 

 house, a third of a mile distant. 



