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I did not know what to do to feed him, but put 

 him in a large wooden cage, covered him up with a 

 cloth and covered the bottom with sawdust. Towards 

 dusk I offered him some pieces of raw meat, and he 

 took them greedily after I had put a few down his- 

 throat. He grew rapidly and soon sat on a perch. 



I always let him out for a fly towards evening, and 

 he used to sit on my hand and be cuddled and stroked. 

 in a very pretty way. In the mornings, while his cage 

 was being cleaned, he sat on the window sill, and the 

 noise outside was extraordinary. Apparently every 

 bird in the garden got wind of their common enemy 

 being near, and though the window had wire netting 

 to it, Blackbirds, Thrushes, Chaffinches, Tits, Spar- 

 rows, and even Rooks would come flying at him. 

 Needless to say it was too light for him to see them, 

 and he only blinked. 



I often took him out for quite long walks on my 

 arm, and he would sit quite still, as a rule, though, if 

 anything startled him, he would fly ofi" and flop into 

 the grass. I have never had a better-tempered pet, he 

 never bites, and now he is full grown and in lovely 

 phimage, he lives in a house by himself where, I regret 

 to say, he makes night hideous by his screeches, 

 always answered by his many brothers and sisters. 



I am hoping to be able to show him at either 

 Westminster or the Palace, but how he will behave in 

 a cage now is a matter for consideration, as he has been 

 free for over six months. He has not the least smell. 

 Certainly his house is washed with Jeyes and kept well 

 sanded, and we feed him on clean food — mice, dead 

 birds, liver, etc. He drinks very little water, and if 



