My second nest belonged to the pair of which I had 

 been told. These birds after building a new nest in 

 the same place as before had been forced to leave it 

 and locate on the other edge of the woods just below 

 where Mr. Turnbull's pond now is. On March 6th, 

 1889, my brother and I found this nest and as we ap- 

 proached we saw an Owl accompanied by a noisy flock 

 of crows, fly away from near it. 



The tree was large but low and the sitting bird 

 raised its head with horns erect, but no amount of ham- 

 mering on the tree would make her fly. It was an 

 easy climb and I nearly touched her with my hand 

 before she moved. 



The nest contained one egg and one young just 

 hatched, and on the rim was a mouse and a Fox Spar- 

 row each without its head. After my descent we hid 

 some distance away and watched the cautious return 

 of the bird. She made two stops before daring to 

 fly to the nest, and at each pause was kept busy duck- 

 ing her head to dodge the swooping crows but seemed 

 otherwise to pay no attention to them. 



One of these birds was shot by a farmer the follow- 

 ing Winter, and although the lonely mate remained 

 around all that year, it was not until '91 that it ob- 

 tained a partner and again began housekeeping, this 

 time in a tree not twenty yards from the site of the 

 other nest. It was also an easy tree to climb and on 

 February 14th I took a set of two beautiful eggs. 



I returned six weeks later to find the female sitting 

 close and a young bird in the nest, and two rabbits 

 on the edge neatly divided as were the others. While 

 busy making notes and measurements of this nest a 



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