134 WILD LIFE AT HOME. 



When at rest they hang head downward, as shown 

 in the picture on the previous page, but generally 

 with their wings closed, and I have corne across a 

 dozen suspended in a cluster to the roof-timbers 

 of old buildings. 



Fallow, red and roe deer are all to be found 

 as near London as Epping Forest, and careful 

 stalking with a hand-camera would doubtless yield 

 pictures. My brother tried one day with his 

 tripod double-lens apparatus, but the animals were 

 too quick for him. 



From the stately and leisurely way in which 

 stags I have watched come down from the moun- 

 tains to drink in a Highland loch during the very 

 early hours of the morning, I should say that 

 photographs might be made of them with the 

 telephoto-lens. 



A herd of wild cattle still roam in Chillingham 

 Park, Northumberland, where they have lived and 

 bred for the last six hundred years at least, accord- 

 ing to well authenticated history. Unlike our various 

 breeds of domestic cattle, they feed at night and rest 

 by day. 



They have a peculiar habit of galloping round 

 strangers approaching them, and decreasing the 

 diameter of each circle until it is unsafe to remain 

 in their proximity. Strangely enough I have fre- 

 quently known this trick performed by domestic 

 cattle when visited in a large pasture by night. 



There is a herd of goats that have gone wild 



