the whole place seemed lacking in timber. Of course it is high up so we would expect more trees. In the afternoon while out with the gun I saw a Falcon swoop at a Chicheree. I could plainly see the rush of wings but by the time I shot the bird he was far off. I fired but didn't hit him hard enough. He was the size of a duck and howl but was very light, appearing white against the sky. I would call him a Prairie Falcon. Later I saw a Spoonbill on a small lake in the woods. It was rather late and might