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Chordeiles virginianus.
Maine (Lake Umbagog).
1876.
May 31.
Unusual numbers this evening visiting the patch of
freshly-turned earth in the garden. They would sweep
in just above the fence, and after skimming close over
the surface of the ground would make a half wheel and
alight. Sometimes as many as three or four would pitch
down together. I watched they very carefully and was
satisfied that they were catching insects. When one
alighted it would sit motionless for a moment with head
and neot stretched p to an astonishing height and then
bob its head up and downa number of times much in the
manner of a Screech Owl, and finally, if all remained
quiet, make a short run and pick up something from the
freshly-turned earth. Those runs were made very quick-
ly, though awkwardly. Not infrequently the bird would
(May 31)
over on its head and flutter clumsily to regain its
balance. They reminded me of so many great toads and
picked up insects in nearly the same way. I noticed
that they carried their tails raised like Terns and the
tips of their wings trailing. All that came to the gar-
den were females: the males meanwhile were booming high
in air over Cambridge River.
June 4.
Seating myself on the edge of the beds in the gar-
den this evening I waited the coming of the Night Hawks.
In a few minutes they began to arrive and for sometime
were continually coming and going. Each individual re-
mained only a minute or two and there were rarely more
than three or four on the ground at one time. Several
alighted within six feet of me and I found that I could
move abouta little without attracting their notice.
One which I started suddenly uttered a clucking whuk,
whuk. Their gait when walking slowly was todling and
feeble. As on previous occasions they seemed to be
picking up insects from the freshly turned earth; but
if this is really their occupation I cannot imagine why
the males do not also come as they certainly never do.
" 5.
Mr. William Stone brought me a fine adult male Night
Hawk which he shot as it staradd off its egg. He did
not see the female. The locality was a small clearing
grown up with low bushes. The egg lay on a mound which
was nearly surrounded by water.