Ill 
spring? At the risk of repeating myself I will state briefly that 
it is a White Gyr falcon in the most wonderful plumage,the lower 
parts being immaculate whi te, wi th only two or three faint dashes 
of blue-black on the flanks. This bird was shot in Montana on 
Nov.I8th.,1917, and sent to Seattle for mounting. It received at¬ 
tention just in time to prevent it spoiling, and I was fortunate 
enough to get possession of it shortly afterwards. 
My friend C. de B. Green,who sent me the nest and eggs 
of the European Sparrow, must have done something over there oe- 
sides hunt birds’ nests as the french general gave him ♦■he silver 
Croix de Guerre. Green says it is because he found a nest and eggs 
o-f the Little Bustard, of which he is very proud, and that is all 
I can get out of him on the subject. He writes the most interesting 
letters about the birds over there around the front lines,but men- ^ ^ 
tion 3 the fighting only incidentally, yet I know he has been in the 
thick of it for nearly three years. Let us hope most sincerely 
that the war is really over, although it looks to me as if there 
might still be much to be done. My cousin Teddy Gardiner, of Boston, 
who is in the flying service, went up with one companion on Septem¬ 
ber I2th.,1918, and have not been heard from since. This was on the 
front lines in France, so all we can do now is to hope for the best. 
Father and I are both in good shape, and father wishes me 
to give you his very best regards. 
I certainly wish I might have a good long talk with you 
in person, as my letters certainly do run to a scandallous length. 
However, I will stop now, wi th all best wishes for the new season* 
Always sincerely your3„ 
