Identifier: birdlore15noas (find matches)
Title: Bird-lore
Year: 1899 (1890s)
Authors: National Association of Audubon Societies for the Protection of Wild Birds and Animals
Subjects: Birds -- Periodicals Birds -- Conservation Periodicals
Publisher: New York, National Association of Audubon Societies
Contributing Library: American Museum of Natural History Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Biodiversity Heritage Library

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e opencountry. On June 21, but one young remained on the ledge. The others were flyingabout the gorge, but toward the latter part of the afternoon returned to thenesting ledge, evidently to roost. The first young to leave was now flyingabout with the ease of the adults, and could be distinguished from his parentsonly with diflSculty. He, likewise, took great interest in the Rough-wingedSwallows and frequently pursued them, striking, like his parents, from theside. The pre\dous year the young were watched taking food from the talonsof the parents in mid-air. As the adult bird glided up the gorge bearing food,the young flew out to meet it, coming from below and to the side, and struckthe prey from its claws even as they were now striking at the live Swallows. The young bird that remained on the ledge, though frequently exercisingits wings, seemed to be fearful of trusting itself to the air, and even when clodswere tossed down, it lacked the stamina to go. Finally, however, as it perched
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IMMATURB: bird after leaving the nesting LEDGE; SIXTY FEET FROM THEGROUND IN A DEAD HEMLOCK (7) 8 Bird-Lore on the brink and a stone struck too close for comfort, it jumped forth andset its wings. We were uncertain as to whether it could control its unac-customed wings after leaving the supporting ledge, but to our surprise, whenonce started, it lost all timidity. Instead of sailing to the creek below, aswe thought it might, it circled about the gorge, and, esi)ying the trees inwhich it had so frequently watched its parents, set its wings in that direction.There it landed safely, sixty feet above the ground, on a large branch close tothe trunk, and was welcomed by its parents. Making our way to a place where one can descend the cliff by a semi-naturalstaircase, we crossed the gorge and scaled the talus to the foot of the tree inwhich the young Falcon was perching. Still exhausted by its long flight, itseemed undisturbed by our approach, nor did it become alarmed when a near-by tree wa

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