. St. Nicholas [serial]. WITH A SHRIEK THAT SEEMED TO DIVIDE THE SMOKE AND DUST, THE T)CAME EVEN WITH THE BLUE MARES MUZZLE. Vol. XXX.— 69. MY FIRST HAWKS NEST. By Ernest Harold It was a red-letter day in my bird-nestingexperience when I found my first hawks was a rainy April afternoon, and I waswading knee-deep in a Connecticut swamp, onthe lookout for crows or hawks nests in thehigh trees which towered above me. As Isplashed about, with my feet in the water andmy eyes on the tree-tops, I caught sight of amass of dark sticks in the upper part of a tallchestnut-tree. I knew th
. St. Nicholas [serial]. WITH A SHRIEK THAT SEEMED TO DIVIDE THE SMOKE AND DUST, THE T)CAME EVEN WITH THE BLUE MARES MUZZLE. Vol. XXX.— 69. MY FIRST HAWKS NEST. By Ernest Harold It was a red-letter day in my bird-nestingexperience when I found my first hawks was a rainy April afternoon, and I waswading knee-deep in a Connecticut swamp, onthe lookout for crows or hawks nests in thehigh trees which towered above me. As Isplashed about, with my feet in the water andmy eyes on the tree-tops, I caught sight of amass of dark sticks in the upper part of a tallchestnut-tree. I knew that it was a nest, butwhether it belonged to a crow or a hawk, Icould not tell at that distance. But on goingcloser, and looking at it through a field-glass, Icould see the tail-feathers of a bird stickingout over the edge; not the black tail-feathersof a crow, but the black-and-white-barred onesof a red-shouldered hawk. The next question was, how to get up nest was fully sixty feet from the ground,and the first branch was over fifty feet I must at least try, so I threw off mywaterproof and started to shin up. It wasvery hard work though, for my hands werewet, and
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