THE BUZZARD 19 



robbed each season, the birds hold their 

 own well, and the incident just recorded 

 is the only serious attack that has been 

 made upon the birds during the past 

 twelve years. 



In this land of vast moors, forests, 

 and rugged cliffs, the Buzzard is secure, 

 and I hope the day is very far distant 

 when it will be banished from the hills it 

 loves so well. 



THE COURTING OF THE BUZZARD. 



The swollen rivers, fed as they are by 

 a thousand small streams coming down 

 from the hills, are the result of the last 

 of the winter snows. The big patch on 

 the east side of a large crag had dis- 

 appeared, and the Buzzards knew that the 

 winter was dead. During the past few 

 weeks they had had rather a rough time, 

 owing to the severe weather. Right 

 through the autumn, and well into 

 November, the young had remained with 



