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may well have a tinge of buff in its eye-stripe, just as the young Pied has a 
tinge of lemon in places where the adult is white. 
As regards the shooting capabilities of the Crumbles, as with the mere 
at Aldeburgh and all small places, it is a case of first come first served. The 
first arrival shoots the place out in an hour, and the next comer hardly fires 
a shot. In fact, those who go there for sport, generally devote themselves 
to the rabbits among the furze bushes; and the marsh, unless there happen 
to be Duck or Snipe about, is handed over to the collector without regret. 
THE HASSOCK. 
And now what is there for him to get out of it? To start with, it is just 
the place for the Dusky Redshank, the Greenshank, and the Wood-Sandpiper ; 
they have all been obtained there, together with the Green. I myself once 
got a Red-necked Phalarope. It was scudding about, with true Phalarope 
buoyancy, on the far side of the water, dodging in and out amidst the reeds, 
and occasionally indulging in short flights, with a motion not unlike that 
of a dragon-fly. It was so absurdly tame that when I first got over there 
I positively passed it by, though only a few yards off. I have also met with 
the Grey Phalarope once, and noticed that it swam lower in the water 
than the Red-necked, and another rarity that has been shot there is the 
Spotted Crake: and while I am on the subject of spotted creatures, I may 
as well add that Mr. J. H. Gurney assured me that he has a Spotted 
