
          733.

The day was delightfully pleasant, no heat at all.

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July 15, 1902.  A trip with Mr. W & Mr. D. to the ravine
to see the nest.  Mr. D. could not leave his office till
five o'clock so it was six o'clock before we left the
terminus of the car line and went down Hilton Av.  We
went down this avenue to the path leading to the field
crossed the field and then went through the little ravine
of Camp Run.  It took us just thirty minutes to
reach the nest; the young birds, however, had disappeared.
We were there only a short time though,
when we heard one of the old birds making its peculiar
whistle.  Mr. D. said it was a hawk, but he did
not know for certain which.  He climbed the tree, directly
we got there, but with the exception of a few feathers
found nothing in the nest.  When he again descended
we looked carefully on the ground to see if we could
find any remains of their food, but with the exception
of one small <s>bit</s> mass of hair containing a small jaw
bone (perhaps that of a mouse) we found nothing.

We remained under the nest for some time, hoping
        