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M^v. ?9o3[ THE CONDOR 67 flounce around hitn distractedly, or lighting close beside his ear or under his bill look up at hitn and scremn in his face; but through it all the dignified bird of prey would plu?ne his feathers as unconcernedly as if his assailant had been a buzzing gnat. Sometimes, it is true, the ?nocker would fly at him and hit him on the back so hard that his tail would fly up involuntarily, and once, having silently received seven blows in quick succession, Harrisi deliberating a moment, turned his stately head and gave a reproachful scream in a hoarse warning tone. The toocider was so startled by this unexpected rebuke that he fairly sat back on his perch. Then as if that were all there was to say on the subject, ?he big bird with a heavy jump faced around on another branch, to spy out the land in another direction. Though the mocker promptly returned to the charge, Harrisi sat calmly on one foot in NESTING GFIOUND OF HAFIFII$ I?AWK. philosophic oblivion of ai] but his own thoughts. The play lasted for the hour that we were in the neighborhood, with unabated vigor on the part of the mocker and unfailing superiority on that of the hawk. The reason for Harrisi's attachment to the neighborhook became apparent later when we discovered his nest in a moss hung hackberry on the bank of the creek. Two big heads showed above the mass of sticks and Mr. Bailey climbed the tree to get a photograph of the young. As he got to the nest they burst from it, sprawling out over the branches, and one of them fell prone to the ground. He tried to amble off when approached but was easily caught and quieted. While I was examining his plumage, Mr. Bailey called down in astonishment over the wood rat golgotha he had found in the moss-lined nest--skeletons enough to more