A Seabirds Island in May 



hollow scraped in the grass, and having no lining of any 

 kind. The gulls nesting near paid little heed to the screech- 

 ing of the falcons; presumably they had become used to their 

 presence there. 



The day was drawing to a close as we set sail for the 

 mainland. The breeze was contrary, and the passage slow 

 and by no means comfortable, for a short choppy sea was 

 running; but after much tacking we at length made the 

 harbour as the sun was sinking behind the hills of Wicklow 

 on the western horizon. 



