8 Bird -Lore 



on the brink and a stone struck too close for comfort, it jumped forth and 

 set its wings. We were uncertain as to whether it could control its unac- 

 customed wings after leaving the supporting ledge, but to our surprise, when 

 once started, it lost all timidity. Instead of sailing to the creek below, as 

 we thought it might, it circled about the gorge, and, espying the trees in 

 which it had so frequently watched its parents, set its wings in that direction. 

 There it landed safely, sixty feet above the ground, on a large branch close to 

 the trunk, and was welcomed by its parents. 



Making our way to a place where one can descend the cliff by a semi-natural 

 staircase, we crossed the gorge and scaled the talus to the foot of the tree in 

 which the young Falcon was perching. Still exhausted by its long flight, it 

 seemed undisturbed by our approach, nor did it become alarmed when a near- 

 by tree was scaled and the camera pointed at it from a distance of thirty feet. 

 Eventually, however, when sufficiently disturbed, it sailed off down the gorge 

 as though it had been flying all its life, as undaunted and as unconcerned as 

 this fiercest of Hawks ought to be. 



During the summer months, as observed by Fuertes, the young spend 

 most of their time in and about the gorge; but the fall migration takes them 

 from us, and but a single pair returns the following spring. 



HAIRY WOODPECKER 

 Photographed by Guy A. Bailey, Genesee, N. Y. 



