. Animal snapshots and how made . ales were performing strange gymnastics in the airand indulging in short contests of flight before theiradmiring lady birds. Now was the season for me todiscover Old White Wings domestic secrets. Early one morning, as I was returning from asearch for owls, and was about to emerge from adeep ravine at the foot of Halls Hill, I saw a crowflying up the valley toward the place where I wasstanding. The sides of the ravine were covered withdeciduous and evergreen trees and a dense growthof underbrush, and farther up the ravine the largetrees were mostly hemlocks, an
. Animal snapshots and how made . ales were performing strange gymnastics in the airand indulging in short contests of flight before theiradmiring lady birds. Now was the season for me todiscover Old White Wings domestic secrets. Early one morning, as I was returning from asearch for owls, and was about to emerge from adeep ravine at the foot of Halls Hill, I saw a crowflying up the valley toward the place where I wasstanding. The sides of the ravine were covered withdeciduous and evergreen trees and a dense growthof underbrush, and farther up the ravine the largetrees were mostly hemlocks, an ideal situation for acrows nest. As I had not been seen by the bird, Istepped behind a cluster of trees and waited. In afew moments the crow passed, and I saw that itwas Old White Wing. 1 believed that now I had a Old White Wing 275 clue to his nesting-place. I did not follow, but quietlyleft the ravine. About ten oclock I saw him and hismate near the sulphur spring in the meadow, and ina few days the winter roost was Entrance to the Little Ravine I watched the ravine carefully, but for more thana week I saw no signs of the famous old leader. Fromthe main ravine there was one narrow branch, withsteep sides that ended abruptly. Here the hemlocks 276 Old White Wing were large, as were also a few basswoods whichskirted its borders. It was getting late for the nestingof crows, and I had almost given up my search, whenone day as I was sitting, well hidden from view, onthe bank opposite this Httle ravine, watching a chip-munk at his spring house cleaning, I heard a lowcaw. I was all attention! A crow passed and enteredthe little ravine, and as it turned I caught a ghmpseof white feathers. My energies were now renewed,and I determined to find the nest of this wary waited an hour, watching the entrance to the ravine,and was rewarded by seeing Old White Wing passout. I had no designs on the life of Old White Wing orhis family. Not a single feather on this noble birds
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