The Western Belted Kingfisher 
should they hunt up avian companions, whose tastes are not educated to 
an appreciation of exposed, water-soaked stubs, and a commanding view 
of river scenery? However, I did once see a Kingfisher affably hob¬ 
nobbing with a Kingbird, on a barren branch which overlooked a crystal 
stream in Idaho. I wonder if they recognized a mutual kingliness, this 
humble fisherman and the petulant hawk-driver? 
Taken in Oregon Photo by A. W. Anthony 
THE KING ROW 
Kingfisher courtship is a very noisy and spirited affair. One does not 
know just how many miles up and down stream it is considered proper for 
the gallant to pursue his enamorata before she yields a coy acceptance; and 
it is difficult to perceive how the tender passion can survive the din of the 
actual proposal, where both vociferate in wooden concert to a distracted 
world. But la! love is mighty and doth mightily prevail. 
The nesting tunnel is driven laterally into the face of a steep bank, 
preferably of sand or loam, usually directly over the water, but occasion¬ 
ally at a considerable distance from it. Dr. Brewer reports one in a gravel 
pit at least a mile from water. The birds are not so particular as are 
the Bank Swallows about digging near the top of the bank, but, espe¬ 
cially if the bank is small, usually select a point about midway. The 
tunnel goes straight in or turns sharply to suit an occasional whim, until a 
convenient depth, say five or six feet, is reached, when a considerable 
enlargement is made for the nest chamber. Here, early in May, six or 
