Lake Umbagog, Maine.
1895
Sept.10
(no 2)
but they did not appear to be in the least afraid of it for
they repeatedly approached within four or five feet of it always
however keeping above it. The Hawk did not seem to notice
them but kept its gaze fixed on the ground beneath as nearly
as I could judge from the position of its head. I was on
the point of shooting at it when, like the other, it escaped
by taking flight but my shot cut several feathers from it &
it went off as if badly wounded dropping into a thicket of
alders when we could neither find nor flush it
[margin]Falco
columbarius
& Yellow rumps[/margin]
  Early this morning I had seen still a third Pigeon Hawk
behaving in a curious manner. I was taking my bath in our cove
when I heard a shrill ki-ki-ki very like that of the Sparrow
Hawk for which, indeed, I at first mistook it but as soon
as I got my glass on the bird I saw that it was unquestionably
a Pigeon Hawk. It was either playing or fighting with a 
Crow, I think the former for both birds appeared to be
enjoying the sport. They took turns in darting at one another
when the one attacked would invariably flee, doubling &
twisting to avoid its pursuer. After each of these bouts they
would alight on the stubs facing one another & usually
only a few feet apart. During the plunges the Hawk would
scream & the Crow uttering a rolling croak. Finally they
saw me & parting flew off in different directions.
[margin]Falco
columbarius
and Crow
playing together[/margin]
  While looking for the wounded Pigeon Hawk we entered
Leonard's Pond & drove out a flock of a dozen Wood Ducks.
  In the first little pond hole on the Magalloway (the one
nearly opposite the trapper's log hut) I shot a remarkably
large & fine Black Duck. It came running out of a bed
of rank grass behind me as I was skirting the water's edge
& took wing with loud quacking.
[margin]Black Duck
shot[/margin]