CATALOGUE OF BIRDS. 8 1 



I said to the keeper "She's done! I have ^ot 

 her ! " She then flew out to sea, getting lower all 

 the time, and wheeling round again in a sort of semi- 

 circle she made the land on our side, about a quarter 

 of a mile away, just managing to reach the shore 

 before she dropped. 



A shoulder of the mountain coming in between us 

 and where she fell, and thus preventing our being 

 able to mark the spot, made the finding very 

 difficult ; the shore, too, being thickly studded with 

 boulders and ferns, increased our difficulty. Peter 

 and I looked in one direction, and the keeper and 

 the young fellow in another. After about a quarter 

 of an hour's search, and just as daylight was going, 

 from the other side came a shout of triumph, Todd 

 had found her ! Fallen between two boulders of 

 rock lay the dead falcon ! covered with blood. All 

 honour to this courageous bird that faced so many 

 guns sooner than desert her eggs. Thus ended 

 this eventful day. 



Not long after the above incident information 

 was brought to the keeper of another eyrie about 

 25 miles from Salen Hotel — a long distance, 

 certainly, but not too long to attempt for such a 

 bird as the Peregrine. Accordingly, a day was 

 fixed to try our luck once more. Peter went out 

 the night before. 



I hired the dogcart as usual, and a start, with a 

 good luncheon basket, was effected at about 

 9 o'clock, picking up the keeper en route. We got 

 out as far as we could by the trap — i.e.^ 2\^ miles in 



