Strong. 1921 Kuepux Valley 145, Mon. Sept. 5. Paed train left about noon today. Bill was presented with a new pair of shoes, his trusty horse "Angus", and the tent so he has decided to stay awhile. Indians are constantly passing here, reaching for berry picking etc. Shop, horses, children and women carry heavy packs, their lord and master usually leads the pack horse. Watched a delegation of Flickers and Sparrowhawks alternately attacking and being attacked by two Sharp shinned Hawks. Shot one of the hawks, apparently an adult female. There seems to be a natural predilection for Flicker and Sparrowhawks to fluff together, Mr Swartz suggests that the Hawks are waiting for the Flickers to build nests for them. The Flickers are quite passive unless attacked by the Sharpshinned Hawks when they dive into the brush without undue alarms, the Sparrow Hawks however return the attacks so there is a regular merry go round of one driving another from its perch. Apparently no one is hurt in the least during such maneuvers. Later I saw the Flickers, about four in number, still in peaceful company with about eight Sparrow Hawks, what for or why I don't know. In spite of a pouring rain I went into the vicinity of the cattle looking for Goose saw none and got scalped. There were two farms and farm kids apparently geese on the other side of the cattle. Got lost as usual, but thanks to the compass