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Title: Bird lore
Year: 1899 (1890s)
Authors: National Committee of the Audubon Societies of America National Association of Audubon Societies for the Protection of Wild Birds and Animals National Audubon Society
Subjects: Birds Birds Ornithology
Publisher: New York City : Macmillan Co.
Contributing Library: Smithsonian Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: Biodiversity Heritage Library

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cky, if they were inany way successful. He saw her disappear under the stump, threw a loop ofslack down the cord in the hope of provoking a new pose, then drew it tight.The shutter clicked, and the Grouse ran out from the stump and roared up inflight. I had been trying for two days to secure a picture of the Ruffed Grouse asshe approached her nest. It was quite easy to snap the brooding bird; thatmerely involved leaving the camera for an hour, to return at the end of thattime and pull the shutter by means of a long thread. I had secured some goodpictures in that way a week previous. This new game, although it included (342) Some Notes on the Ruffed Grouse 343 mosquito-bites and personally conducted tours by ants, was more fraught withfailures, but more exciting. I was very much surprised when I first saw this hen return to her nest, herfootsteps were so noisy. She was not at all the each-step-taken-with-care kindof bird that I had always pictured. She reminded me very much of a broody
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RUFFED GROUSEPhotographed by H. E. Tuttle Plymouth Rock. (Later observations have persuaded me that individualbirds differ very greatly in this. One Grouse that I watched and photographedlast spring approached her nest so cautiously that I was unable to detect herslightest footfall until she had approached within ten feet of the spot where Iwas hiding.) I watched her for an hour one day as she budded a poplar tree,climbing parrot-like from limb to limb with the aid of her stout beak, nearlylosing her footing on more than one occasion as she reached for a catkin high 344 Bird - Lore above her head. I watched how, when the camera was pointed a little to theleft of the nest, she invariably entered on the right, and vice versa. Sheapparently appreciated the territory swept by the lens. Once when I had seen her approach as far as the laurel thicket and hadheard no further footsteps for half an hour, I pushed aside the hemlock branchesto see, if possible, what had frightened her. There was

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