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with sitting on the rocks above my head, 

 and he repeatedly picked up small pieces 

 of rock and threw them towards me ; he 

 also settled on a bush growing from the 

 face of the cliff, and in his great anger 

 broke off some of the branches, tore 

 them to shreds with his powerful beak, 

 and threw the pieces over the edge of 

 the cliff. All the time the two birds were 

 giving out their wild "bark," and if a 

 Jackdaw or any other bird came near, 

 they left us for a moment and dashed 

 madly after the fresh intruder. It was 

 a most exciting three hours, a time to 

 be remembered, and when we once again 

 reached the valley, and got away from 

 the wild cries and the whistling of the 

 birds' wings as they attacked us, we 

 seemed to be standing in a place of peace 

 after a violent storm. In my photographic 

 work I have been attacked by all kinds 

 of birds large and small, but never have 

 I come across quite such an interesting 



