. The sport of bird-study; a book for young or active people . from the North, a large bird of the samesize, but with feathered legs like the Golden Eagle. At long intervals there is a winter when the fierceGoshawk is common, following unusual migrations ofnorthern birds. The winter of 1906-7 was such a one,and these hawks were frequently seen well down intothe Middle States, or further. Sometimes they camealmost in flocks—loose, straggling, companies. I sawone Goshawk from the window of a train as it hoveredover a river. In the town where I live a boy shot onesitting on his henyard fence. Its
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. The sport of bird-study; a book for young or active people . from the North, a large bird of the samesize, but with feathered legs like the Golden Eagle. At long intervals there is a winter when the fierceGoshawk is common, following unusual migrations ofnorthern birds. The winter of 1906-7 was such a one, and these hawks were frequently seen well down intothe Middle States, or further. Sometimes they camealmost in flocks—loose, straggling, companies. I sawone Goshawk from the window of a train as it hoveredover a river. In the town where I live a boy shot onesitting on his henyard fence. Its crop was stuffed fullof the flesh of a fowl which it had just killed and was inthe act of eating. In the next town a friend of mineshot one of these hawks as it perched on a fence at theedge of some woods. The snow was deep, and, as hepicked up the dead hawk, a Ruffed Grouse dartedfrom the snow close at his feet. Evidently the hawk 54 ■i:-* /■.V^Y: / /. > ^ :v-■ Three little Sharp-shinned Hawks . prize . and two unhatched eggs were our(p. 52).. Nest of Marsh Hawk. They build on the ground (p. 53). THE ROBBERS OF THE FALLS had been in pursuit of it and the poor bird had divedheadlong into the snow to escape its fury. The hawkhad then alighted on the fence and waited for it tocome out. As I write this, he looks down on me re-proachfully with glass eyes from the top of my case.Ah, you rascal, you will kill no more grouse! Yet, after all, who has a better right. I am not so sure thatwe, out of our luxurious abundance, had better makethe claim. Ned and I are so fond of hunting hawks with thecamera and studying these bold, breezy people of theforest, that we fairly mourn to see them exterminated.Of course we do not blame those for killing them whoseproperty they devastate, yet we wish that people wouldin justice discriminate between the pestiferous and theharmless or useful kinds, and cultivate enough of themodern outdoor spirit to make them enjoy seeingwild life in natur