84 WILD LIFE IN THE TREE TOPS 



on the tennis lawn, where it remained for a moment, and then raising its body 

 on the tips of its wings, flapped vigorously and eventually got up into the air. 

 For a few moments it circled round like a homing pigeon liberated from a basket, 

 and then, getting its bearings, went off in a bee-line for the beech wood from 

 which I had taken it. 



I was about to test the other, which I had placed in my pocket, when it 

 managed to escape, and having circled round some half-dozen times, followed 

 its relative towards the familiar trees. 



