ii4 BIRD BIOGRAPHIES 



There is one green dingle that I have 

 often visited, it is like a beautiful little 

 oasis in a grey desert, and in this a 

 vicious pair of Ravens had their home. 

 When they had young they would not 

 allow any creature to come near that 

 dingle without attacking them, and one 

 morning a Kestrel flying over entered 

 the glen and began hovering. Instantly 

 the Raven dashed out at the smaller bird, 

 and for some minutes the Kestrel, with 

 greater powers of flight, just toyed with 

 the larger bird, and twisted and turned 

 about him as he darted down towards 

 him. Round and round they went, their 

 wings whistling as they fought, the Raven 

 all the time rising above his enemy and 

 making a wild dash down at him. It 

 was a wonderful exhibition of flight, and 

 one hardly knew which to admire most, 

 the small graceful Kestrel, as it glided up 

 and down, round and about, or the great 

 powerful black bird, as with wild cries 



