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 The Home-life of the Red-tailed Hawk i53 and watched me, as quiet as the tree itself. His mate was more concerned. She frequently swooped down at me, somewhat as a Nighthawk does when capturing insects, and uttered cries which sounded very much like the escape of air when a railroad train slows down. She came so close to me several times in her downward swoops that I involuntarily ducked my head. RED-TAIL TAKING ITS OWN PICTURE BY SITTING ON A THREAD ATTACHED TO A CAMERA IN A TREE TEN FEET AWAY The thread was passed through the screw-eye opposite the bird's head