The Western Belted Kingfisher 



should they hunt up avian companions, whose tastes are not educated to 

 an appreciation of exposed, water-soaked stubs, and a commanding view 

 of river scenery? However, I did once see a Kingfisher affably hob- 

 nobbing with a Kingbird, on a barren branch which overlooked a crystal 

 stream in Idaho. I wonder if they recognized a mutual kingliness, this 

 humble fisherman and the petulant hawk-driver? 



Taken in Oregon 



Photo by A. W. Anthony 



THE KING ROW 



Kingfisher courtship is a very noisy and spirited affair. One does not 

 know just how many miles up and down stream it is considered proper for 

 the gallant to pursue his enamorata before she yields a coy acceptance ; and 

 it is difficult to perceive how the tender passion can survive the din of the 

 actual proposal, where both vociferate in wooden concert to a distracted 

 world. But la! love is mighty and doth mightily prevail. 



The nesting tunnel is driven laterally into the face of a steep bank, 

 preferably of sand or loam, usually directly over the water, but occasion- 

 ally at a considerable distance from it. Dr. Brewer reports one in a gravel 

 pit at least a mile from water. The birds are not so particular as are 

 the Bank Swallows about digging near the top of the bank, but, espe- 

 cially if the bank is small, usually select a point about midway. The 

 tunnel goes straight in or turns sharply to suit an occasional whim, until a 

 convenient depth, say five or six feet, is reached, when a considerable 

 enlargement is made for the nest chamber. Here, early in May, six or 



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