SO STARLIGHT AND SONSHINE: 
I took the wounded bird home, and 
i for some days fed it with rose-bugs, 
. which it swallowed by 
| the handful after smear- 
rts Pe os ‘ing the same with a vis- 
oe ey cid gluten which exuded 
ee i from the mouth. Woe, 
indeed, to the hapless fly 
ae that chances to get into 
ae that limed pit! 
Not many days after the 
above incident, I chanced upon 
a nighthawk with young. The 
mother-bird flew up almost at 
my feet and ambled off, pursu- 
ing the familiar flopping antics of her 
kind, simulating the broken wing and 
epileptic fit, and flattening herself out 
on the stone wall, followed precisely the same manceuvres which 
I had often noticed in her congener, the whippoorwill, under 
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