74 THE LOON. 



now began to think seriously of returning as I had had no 

 breakfast and my inner man was crying out vociferously for 

 " more provincler," so I picked up my # birds and began my 

 homeward inarch. I had gotten half way through the woods 

 when I was startled by a harsh scream which appeared to come 

 directly from under my feet, but upon looking under a tree 

 to the side of the path I found that a red-shouldered Hawk 

 {Suteo hucatus allini) had gotten himself caught in one of my 

 traps which I had forgotten until now. I quickly dispatched 

 him and added him to my list. 



I continued on and arrived at the house without farther mis- 

 hap. After breakfast — rather late, by the way, 11.45 — I pro- 

 ceeded to my skinning tent, completing all of my specimens be- 

 fore dark. While engaged in doing this work I was very much 

 amused to see the small birds flock around my tent. There 

 were cardinals, cat-birds, robins, grackles and warblers. They 

 were so very tame that I could not have the heart to shoot any 

 of them. 



In the evening I summed up my day's work, and was very 

 agreeably surprised at the result— 2 royal terns, 3 grackles, 1 

 buzzard, 1 hawk, 1 sanderling and 1 black-billed plover. In 

 all 9 birds. F. C. Baker. 





