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was followed by the usual spring, and after a few more 
bounds the buck rolled over—dead. 
I got up to him in a moment, and with the forester’s help 
dragged him into the cart, where he found a place near the 
Eagle and the Black Stork. 
Continuing our way in a slanting direction through a 
coppice, we soon came to a more open place, where there 
were a good many large old trees crowned with dead 
branches, and on one of them I noticed a big nest, which I 
thought must belong to an Osprey. The forester had not 
seen it before ; and, while we were still sitting together in 
the cart and discussing this new find, a pair of Ospreys 
came flying gracefully overhead. I quickly covered one 
of them, fired, and the bird fell dead, but unluckily hung in 
the top of a young beech, and as all our attempts to get 
down our booty by shaking the tree were unavailing, there 
was nothing left but to fell it; and this our driver attended 
to in the most scientific manner, after he had tied up his 
horses. I was highly delighted at this lucky incident ; for 
we had found the nest, pulled up the horses at a sharp trot, 
seen the eagle, and shot it—all in less than a minute. 
As the next Black Stork’s nest was close by, I proceeded 
to it on foot. We found the long-legged bird at home, and a 
few blows on the stem of the tree sufficed to drive it out; 
but I unfortunately missed, for the thickness of the foliage 
allowed too little space for shooting. ‘Time was pressing ; so 
I quickly returned to the cart, where the driver had mean- 
while felled the tree, and now brought me the large finely 
plumaged Osprey. 
We still kept on through the thick wood, and soon came to 
a broad ride, and, after driving a little way down it, again 
halted, and plunged on foot into the depths of a young cover 
varied with a few high trees. 
Here there were reported to be several nests of the 
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