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p>Birds and Nature, Vol. 12 No. 1 [June 1902]

      JUNE

      O month whose promise and fulfillment blend,

      And burst in one! it seems the earth can store

      In all her roomy house no treasure more;

      Of all her wealth no farthing have to spend

      On fruit, when once this stintless flowering end.

      And yet no tiniest flower shall fall before

      It hath made ready at its hidden core

      Its tithe of seed, which we may count and tend

      Till harvest. Joy of blossomed love, for thee

      Seems it no fairer thing can yet have birth?

      No room is left for deeper ecstasy?

      Watch well if seeds grow strong, to scatter free

      Germs for thy future summers on the earth.

      A joy which is but joy soon comes to dearth.

– Helen Hunt Jackson.

      WAY OF JUNE

      Dark-red roses in a honeyed wind swinging,

      Silk-soft hollyhock, colored like the moon;

      Larks high overhead lost in light, and singing —

      That’s the way of June.

      Dark red roses in the warm wind falling

      Velvet leaf by velvet leaf, all the breathless noon;

      Far off sea waves calling, calling, calling —

      That’s the way of June.

      Sweet as scarlet strawberry under wet leaves hidden,

      Honeyed as the damask rose, lavish as the moon,

      Shedding lovely light on things forgotten, hopes forbidden —

      That’s the way of June.

– Pall Mall Gazette.

      THE SWALLOW-TAILED KITE

      (Elanoides forficatus.)

      Hawks in highest heaven hover,

      Soar in sight of all their victims:

      None can charge them with deception,

      All their crimes are deeds of daring.

– Frank Bolles, “The Blue Jay.”

      The late Dr. Cones enthusiastically writes of the beauty of the Swallow-tailed Kite in the following words:

      “Marked among its kind by no ordinary beauty of form and brilliancy of color, the Kite courses through the air with a grace and buoyancy it would be vain to rival. By a stroke of the thin-bladed wings and a lashing of the cleft tail, its flight is swayed to this or that side in a moment, or instantly arrested. Now it swoops with incredible swiftness, seizes without a pause, and bears its struggling captive aloft, feeding from its talons as it flies. Now it mounts in airy circles till it is a speck in the blue ether and disappears. All its actions, in wantonness or in severity of the chase, display the dash of the athletic bird, which, if lacking the brute strength and brutal ferocity of some, becomes their peer in prowess – like the trained gymnast, whose tight-strung thews, supple joints, and swelling muscles, under marvelous control, enable him to execute feats that to the more massive or not so well conditioned frame would be impossible. One cannot watch the flight of the Kite without comparing it with the thorough-bred racer.”

      The Swallow-tailed Kite inhabits the southern United States as far north as the Carolinas. In the interior, it frequents the Mississippi valley, commonly as far north as Minnesota and westward to the Great Plains. As a casual visitor, it is found in New York, New England and Canada. Though some may winter within the United States, the majority make their winter home in Central and South America.

      Swallow-like, this Kite never seems contented unless coursing through the air. There is its home and it seems to frequent trees but little except during the breeding season, when “flocks consisting of from two or three to ten or twelve birds, but oftener of three, may be seen following one another around, frequently uttering their calls and circling in and out among the tree tops so fast as to make one dizzy to look at them.” It captures its food, eats and drinks while on the wing, and some one has said that he often wondered if it did not, at times, even sleep while flying. Its wonderful endurance and power of flight have more than once taken it across the ocean, where it has happily surprised the ornithologists of Europe.

      The legs of the Swallow-tailed Kite are so short that they are practically useless for locomotion and it seldom lights on the ground. Like the marsh hawks, it obtains its food while flying close to the ground; or, if its prey be an insect, it pursues it in the air. Dragon flies are dainty morsels for this graceful bird. At no time is the Kite’s alertness and control of every muscle in its body more clearly shown than when it is pursuing these insects. The peculiar zigzag and vacillating flight of the dragon fly must puzzle the keenest vision, yet this bird will instantly change the direction of its flight, swooping downward, upward or to the side, without a moment’s hesitation, and sometimes in order to secure the fly “it is necessary for it to turn completely over in its evolutions.” It also feeds extensively on snakes and other reptiles, insect larvæ and grasshoppers. It is very useful in cotton fields, which it frequents, feeding on the cotton worm and other injurious insects. The smaller snakes, however, form a large part of the Kite’s diet and they are so frequently seen with these reptiles in their talons that in the south they are sometimes called Snake Hawks. So far as known, they do not capture the smaller birds or mammals.

      The Swallow-tailed Kite usually builds its nest in the tallest trees of wild localities, where it is quite concealed by the foliage of the smaller branches. The nest is often constructed with sticks and twigs, but when obtainable, Spanish moss or the fibrous inner bark of the cottonwood is used to make a thick and substantial lining. Some observers state that the material is collected by the female, but that the male assists in the construction of the nest. He is certainly a faithful mate, for during the period of incubation she seldom leaves the nest and he brings food to her. Both birds assist in feeding the young. During this time, both sexes are vicious and will attack any intruder, be it bird, beast or even man.

      An interesting habit of this Kite is its method of leaving its nest. It does not fly from the side, but seems to rise directly upward, “as if it were pushed up with a spring.” On alighting, it hovers over the nest and with an almost imperceptible motion of its wings gently lowers itself until the nest is reached.

      The antics of the Swallow-tailed Kite during the mating season are particularly interesting. An observer of bird life says: “Of all aerial performances I have ever witnessed, the mating of the Swallow-tailed Kite excels. Ever charming and elegant, they outdo themselves at this season. In Becker County, Minnesota, in the spring of 1886, they chose as their mating ground an open space over the mouth of an ice-cold brook that made its way out from a dark, tangled larch swamp. From my boat on the lake I had an excellent view of them. All the afternoon seven of these matchless objects sported, chasing each other here and there, far and near, sailing along in easy curves, floating, falling and rising, then darting with meteor-like swiftness, commingling and separating with an abandon and airy ease that is difficult to imagine. The next day three pairs were selecting nesting sites.”

      TO THE BIRDS

      Dear birds, an easy life was yours

      E’er man, the slayer, trod

      Your earth from all its seas and shores

      Went up your praise to God.

      What though to weasel, stoat and fox

      Your toll of lives you paid,

      And hungry hawks might tithe your flocks

      That through the woodland play’d?

      Short fears were yours and sudden death,

      Long life and boundless room;

      No cities choked you with their breath,

      Or

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