BIRDS OF MOORLAND AND LOCH. 



Ill 



more persistently sought after as breakfast-table 

 delicacies. 



I know one favourite haunt of the joyous 

 lapwing not far from a North Country tarnside, 

 where, luckily, the foot of the egg-gatherer seldom 

 treads, and it is still possible to go and find as 

 many as four full-clutched nests in an hour. 



On one occasion I fixed my hiding-tent up 

 close to a peewit's nest at this particular spot, 

 and covering it with plenty of rushes and bent 

 grass, went my way. Next morning I returned 

 with the camera and a supply of plates, and 

 spent several hours of fruitless waiting under the 

 canvas. The bird had watched me go into 

 hiding, knew perfectly well I was still there, and 



YOUNG RED-BREASTED IVIERGANSERS. 



