Lake Umbagog. As I was standing by the road side this evening, look- ing at some wild flowers, a Song Sparrow began chirping excitedly among bushes on the further side of a little opening. The next instant a female Sharp-shinned Hawk dropped into the thicket with dangling legs and fluttering wings. It missed the Sparrow, however, and rising to a branch of a birch perched there for a moment with its gaze directed downward, evidently watching for some movement to betray the exact place of concealment of the Sparrow. It saw me a second or two later and darted off through the trees. Sharp- hinned Hawk struck at Song Sparrow but missed it