. The peregrine falcon at the eyrie. feathers as a start. Theircheeks are beginning to blacken, and a couple of vertical bandsof feathers are showing down their backs. Nothing furtherhappened before G. A. Booth came. During his watch fromMay 31st to Jxxne ist the principal events noted were theappearance of two new birds in the menu, in the shape ofa lark and hedge-sparrow, and that at one of the meals ayoung female, after standing up on her talons and flappingher wings, got hold of a large lump of flesh and took it intoa corner and tore it up as she stood with it under her talons, andthen wal
. The peregrine falcon at the eyrie. feathers as a start. Theircheeks are beginning to blacken, and a couple of vertical bandsof feathers are showing down their backs. Nothing furtherhappened before G. A. Booth came. During his watch fromMay 31st to Jxxne ist the principal events noted were theappearance of two new birds in the menu, in the shape ofa lark and hedge-sparrow, and that at one of the meals ayoung female, after standing up on her talons and flappingher wings, got hold of a large lump of flesh and took it intoa corner and tore it up as she stood with it under her talons, andthen walked across the eyrie, having been on her talons for fiveand a-half minutes. My next watch, from June ist to June 2nd,proved unprofitable, owing to bad weather. I note that theyoungsters are beginning to stand more on their talons. June 4thwas a very hot day, and in landing I put the half-gallon jar of waterdown carelessly, and it separated into two. So, after shutting meup, Jim kindly went for more water. Soon after 7 the eyrie. <O DOIx OZ «WHi-J w 1-1uo«w wffl 52 W^e do like late suppers- woke to life and the young began to move about. First one andthen another lurches unsteadily across the eyrie. But for theirheads, they look, with their yellow claws, like hunchbacked,speckled farmyard fowls. Only their thighs are downy now, andwith their great, dark, solemn eyes and formidable beaks each lookslike a caricature of Mr. Gladstone in short cotton drawers. Theirhome a slaughter-house, where every meal entails a bird tragedy,there is a grim humour in their appearance. They are evidentlygetting hungry, for presently a big female routs out a bloody skullfrom somewhere behind the rocks and, holding it under her talons,tears at it for some time and then tries to swallow it. Failing inthis, she puts it down and tries to reduce its size. One of the others
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