16 BIRD BIOGRAPHIES 



estates. But now, thanks to their protec- 

 tion, the Buzzard is firmly established in 

 this part of Wales. 



Sometimes when I have been looking 

 out over the great wild moors, bleak hills, 

 vast forests, and boiling rivers, I have 

 thought what a fitting place the Buzzard 

 has chosen for its home. Some of the 

 haunts can be described with one word 

 solitude. A solitude so silent and im- 

 pressive that one seems almost awed. 

 I remember a view from a nest high up 

 on a giant crag. It was stupendous, and 

 of marvellous grandeur. Over a thousand 

 feet below me, the river winding like a 

 silver thread, made its way over boulders 

 and between rocks. Snowy white water- 

 falls and smaller mountain streams, as 

 they came down from the heights, and 

 the wind as it played through the grass, 

 were the only sounds that greeted me. 

 The higher portions of the hills were 

 dark and bare, but lower down patches 



