26 BIRDS OF LOCH AND MOUNTAIN 



Curlew had young somewhere near, and for long 

 they hovered suspiciously round me, uttering their 

 whistle, " Whoo-ee, whoo-ee," while several pairs of 

 Golden Plover joined in expressing their resent- 



NEWLY HATCHED YOUNG GROUSE. 



ment at my intrusion in no half-hearted fashion. 

 Presently, however, all became quiet, and I had 

 the rare experience of listening to a Skylark pouring 

 out its rich song at a height of about 2,000 feet 

 above sea-level. I had just started to return to 

 the nest when a couple of Grouse rose at my feet, 

 and by their behaviour I surmised that they had 

 young, which turned out to be the case. I think 



