Jan., 1905 | 
THE CONDOR 
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the carp and catfish fed about the edges of the ponds he had no trouble in catching 
plenty to eat. Twice we found carp over a foot in length in the aerie. On our 
last visit we picked up the head bones of seven catfish in the nest. 
The wild life of the red-tail fascinates me. He has an individuality that is as 
interesting as a person. He has a character as clearly marked as in any feathered 
creature I ever studied. The bleak winter winds that sweep the valley of the Col- 
umbia and drive the other birds to the southland, never bother him. This is his 
permanent home. He is not a vagabond. He is local in attachments and habits. 
MAY 1 8TH , PARTLY FEATHERED 
This is his hunting ground. He won it by years of defence. He beats over the 
field and along the edge of the woods as regularly as the fishman casts his net. 
He has his favorite perch. He watches the pond as closely for carp as the farmer 
watches his orchard. His routine of life is as marked as any inhabitant along the 
river. Nor can I believe he is lacking in the sentiment of home. He adds sticks 
to his house and enlarges it year by year. Who can say that the old aerie is not 
fraught with many hawk memories of the past? a 
Portland , Oregon. 
a The photographs which illustrate this article Jare protected by copyright. The hawk here referred to is 
Buteo borealis calurus. 
