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Bird -Lore 



Her reserved nature again revolted against such gross familiarity (I was 

 within six feet of her), and she flew, or rather tumbled and flopped, off 

 through the bushes as if I had used other ammunition than light-rays in 

 my shooting. Soon she stopped, and for some time gave spasmodic evidence 

 of being mortally wounded. 



Set my camera and wait as long as I would, she could not again be 

 induced to return to her nest, though the afternoon had begun to wane when 

 I gave up the attempt. She had been all the time within a short distance, 

 and when I came to remove the camera she glided to a half- fallen sapling 

 beneath the brush, resting there motionless in her characteristic position 

 parallel to the stem. A ten-second exposure got the accompanying picture. 



NEWLY HATCHED WHIP-POOR-WILL 



It was May 27 before we again visited the nest, and during this interval 

 Mrs. Whip-poor-will, with the aid of Mother Nature, had wrought radical 

 changes. One of the large oval eggs had been transformed into a fuzzy 

 little chick; the other egg, also, was chipped. On our approach the old 

 bird again put on the air of being hurt, and tried to lead us from the precious 

 young, but, seeing that all her efforts availed nothi.ng, she came back and 

 perched upon her favorite limb some six or seven feet away. The presence 

 of the chick seemed to have removed much of her fear, for she sat there 

 chucking angrily, and very little difficulty was experienced in photograph- 

 ing her. 



And the chick, — what a tiny ball of buff down he was! From his 

 appearance and the fact that the other egg was about to hatch, it was 

 safe to say that he was not over a day or two old, and yet he showed more 

 temper and pluck than many older birds. Propped up on his weak little 



