The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1903-06-14


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f.l, myself such q nons,er' ri NOT war
another bird or another feather "a long a
I live"
Animal. M we'll M birds love Mt Kellogg
ON sight. He Waited q house WHARF hcrce
dachshund was kept The dog always
attacked stran ger and had bitten several.
.Take carel' cried the host. a. Kellogg
walked into the garden. 'The dogs looee.
The dog, hearing q strange footstep.
rushed out intent on slaughter, But when
II saw the Californian advancing with out
stretched hand. Il stopped with puzzled
look and wagged It's tail doubtfully.
Kellogg tapped its head lightly with the
tips OF his fingers and looked steadily into
its eyes Immediately II rolled on the
ground with delight, licked his boots, and
could hardly be induced to leave his side.
Don't pat dog or stroke its head. said
Kellogg, turning to his host. TAP its
head lightly with your hngertips and II
will lovs you for ever
There IL only one animal which does not
appeal to the naturalist. and that 10 the
cat. He doesn't like cats. because they
prey upon his beloved birds.
When cat Is around he delights in giving
the fiuttering cry OF o bird with broken
wing. Pussy, scouting an easy mark,
rushes vainly about the room until she 10
nearly frantic, but, Of course, she cannot
find the bird.
Mr.. Kellogg was one OF the first OF the
new school Of sportanen who hunt with the
camera instead OF the gun. He has found
photography of great assistance in probing
the mysteries OF bird life.
Some of his snapshots arc wonderful.
They show the mother bird feeding her
young, or quarrelhng with tho intrusive
cuckoo. One series OF photographs illus
trates the love. courtship, marriage and
family life Of a pair Of wrens.
Great patience and care were needed to
secure these views. The photographer
had to conceal his camera In q mantle Of
foliage with only the lens visible, and wait
for days to get satisfactory snapshot.
At Salem, N. j., there II an immense
rookery, whittier crows flock at certain
seasons Of the year from hundreds Of miles
around. This was the scene OF one OF Mr..
Kellogg's greatest exploits.
For many years it had been the ardent
desire OF many ornithologists to obtain q
photograph Of this rookery whom the vast
flocks Of birds were assembled. No enc
had ever succeeded in achieving this ditfl-
cult feat until Mr.. Kellogg did 1t. This was
how he managed 1t:
He reconnoitred the ground, and decided
that the only way to succeed was to ambush
during the day. and trust to hashlight
camera to take the photograph at night.
In stalking strange birds with which he 10
unacouainted, he uses artificial hayricks
and bushes, under cover Of which he moves
slowly toward them.
One winters night, when tho crows ar
rived at their usual meeting place. they OBJ
served nothing unusual In an ordinary
looking hayrick which had found It's way to
the spot Inside that hayriok was Mr..
Kellogg with his powerful Hashlight camera.
There he lay all night In the snow, with
the temperature several degrees below
zero, taking photographs, while the deafen-
ing cawing Of a hundred thousand crows
made the night hideous
MIR. Kellogg was tho first man to tackle
the celebrated Bird Rock, in the Gulf OF
st. Lawrence, and take photographs Of
the millions Of gannets that nest there. He
was lowered down the face OF preoipi-
tous cliff in rope chair, with his camera
slung around his neck.
Swinging dizzily on the rope, with hun
dreds OF gannets shrieking around him and
beating him with their wings. he took sew
eral pictures which have proved to be Of
great value to naturalists.
HEN 16, OWNER Sc.