4 Bird - Lore 



straining to watch one's shutter-release drop for one, two, three, four, 

 seconds beneath one and strike the cold, hard rocks of the talus, only to bound 

 a hundred feet farther down to the boulders of the stream bed. One occasionally 

 came to his senses with a start, after reaching far out with the camera and 

 temporarily forgetting his position astraddle the branch, at the exciting moment 

 when the parent sailed in with food. But one forgets everything in the excite- 

 ment of that scream which announces the return of the provider. One no 

 longer wonders why every bird in the covert crouches and freezes immovable 

 when he hears it. 



DUCK HAWK AND EGGS 

 Photographed by Guy A. Bailey 



The spot was first visited, this spring, by Mr. Bailey on April 27. The 

 following day the nest, if a slight depression in the accumulated shale may be 

 so called, was visited with cameras. The female was incubating, but showed 

 no signs of alarm when the cameras were pointed at her over the cliff at a 

 distance of about seventy-five feet. In fact, it was with some difficulty that 

 she was frightened from the nest, which was seen to contain four eggs; and, 

 though driven away by the rattling of stones about her, she soon returned. 

 A week later the spot was again visited, when the female was found to be 

 still incubating. During the four hours that she was under observation she 

 left the nest but once, when she was gone for about thirty minutes. The 

 male bird of this pair, which could be distinguished by his smaller size, more 

 prominent barring of the tail, and browner face markings, was not seen at this 



