Red.-shouldered Hawks also appeared over these woods, screaming 
incessantly for ten or fifteen minutes — their shrill voices 
adding materially to the din kept up by the excited Crows. 
All the while one of the Owls remained near me in the tops 
of the pines, hooting at short, regualr intervals, using 
always the ordinary night hoot — hoo , hoo-hoo-hoo , hoo, hoo , 
but giving it in subdued tones. 
But where were the young? I first examined the ground 
about the foot of the pine with great care. It was strewn 
with huge pellets of fur and bones and reeking with excre¬ 
ment, among which dung beetles were groping about, after 
their usual stupid fashion. There was an unmistakable but 
not very strong smell of Skunk mingled with the more offensive 
odors, but I failed to find any skunk hair or other remains. 
The ground was strewn in every direction with scraps of 
Rabbit skin, and all the pellets that I dissected were com¬ 
posed wholly of Rabbit's fur and bones. There were no 
feathers of Partridge or other birds. Besides the rabbit 
remains (representing a dozen or more of the poor bunnies, 
I should say) I found nothing identifiable excepting a 
Green Frog which had one side of its head torn open, but 
which was otherwise unmutilated. 
My heart sank when I discovered a sort of trail of 
down, evidently that of the young Bubos, clinging to the 
tips of the low blueberry bushes and leading straight away 
from the pinei for a distance of several yards. But after 
