Squeegee
When Victor Nave, window washer, crawled out to do a tenth-story window of San Francisco's Rochester building one day last week, he found a falcon's nest on an upper ledge. A thorough cleaning nan, he swept it away. Down plunged sticks, straw and some squeaking nestlings. Down, too, with beak and talons at Victor Nave's face plunged the mother hawk, her mate hovering near with angry cries. Victor Nave, his face streaming blood, clung to the window ledge as the birds dashed at him again & again. At last he loosed his hold,...
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