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the year one comes every night and sits on the 

 top of the house, uttering his eldrich cries, 

 which make the nervous and superstitious eerie, 

 and to imagine our place is haunted and "no 

 canny." 



TAWNY OWL. 



Magpies we rarely see now-a-days, and the 

 one pilloried here must have been a wanderer. 

 The Magpie has the reputation of being an invete- 

 rate egg-eater, and I have no doubt, when pressed 

 by hunger, he would take a young Pheasant 

 or Partridge. They certainly pick the eyes out 



