Shortly after leaving the Fox Sparrows, I reached 
A cock 
Partridge 
killed and 
eaten by 
a Hawk or an 
Owl 
the south end of Pine, Ridge, Here I started a dozen or 
more Juncos which had gone to roost in the hemlocks that 
I planted ten or twelve years ago. Some of these birds 
flew out almost in my face from perches only two or three 
feet above the ground. Like the Fox Sparrows, they flut¬ 
tered noisily and called tsup-tsup as they took wing but 
they did not seem to be seriously alarmed and after 
realighting not far off they invariably remained silent 
unless again approached. As they flitted across the 
openings among the trees in the gathering twilight, the 
white outer feathers of their widely-spread tails showed 
most comspicuously and sometimes I could see nothing else, 
|A number of Robins had gone to roost among the 
pines on this ridge. 
Among some crowded young white pines on the 
western slope of Pine Ridge I found to-day nearly if not 
quite all the body feathers of a cock Partridge, This 
bird had evidently been killed only a short time before 
by either a Hawk or an Owl, It had apparently been struck 
down in a little opening near a stone wall where the 
ground was strewn with the spotted feathers of the 
r\imp and back. Thence a thin line of feathers had been 
dragged or carried for a distance of about two rods 
into the heart of the dense cluster of trees. Here it 
very 
must have(been/cleanly picked to judge by the great number 
of feathers. Among them were the ruffs (which were 
