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At the early this afternoon the 'ale Phoebe 
• -a'5 perched rear the sad a" . low drooping br. aeh of the big 
el::, while his mate waa sitting on the neat under the eaves 
a t t.verity feet away, Harold Howditoh and I were standing 
about thirty feet from the male bird, watching John *?• 
' idhols who had. crept to rithin eight feet of it behind the 
trunk of the-tree and waa getting his camera ready for a 
snap exposure* Ko.d He been a lev: seconds sooner he .night 
have wecured a most interesting picture for • bird which we 
to k at first for a Hobin but .ich .roved to be'a male 
Pigeon Hawk suddenly appeared from we hardly knew whither 
and iith the speed f an. arrow glided on set wings, or: a 
slightly declining clone, directly at the Phoebe* 
Tfcet trustful little bird, seeing at ease on his 
slender perch, seemed. so wholly unco ;scions of hie fearful 
peril that we all thought him lost, but when the HMLoon' was 
within a foot of him he did the only thing that could p:s- 
cibly hove saved him, vis, dropped like a ripe fruit nearly 
to the gr und and then started directly for the barn cellar, 
"he Hawk cverehot him scarce .lore than four feet and, stopping 
and turning about with truly xvel\ou6 qaiokneas, followed 
sad overtook him before he had gone three yards but the 
Phoebe doubled short a .d abruptly and the little Falcon, 
apparently disgusted at his .ill success, darted, off down the 
