O'er Fell and Dale 



notes of a dunlin, or, as the shepherds and gamekeepers 

 on the Pennine Range call the bird, a " judcock." For 

 a long series of years I had found a solitary pair of these 

 birds breeding at this very spot, and in less than half 

 an hour watched the female to her nest, containing her 

 full complement of four eggs, under a trailing bunch of 

 dead and dying bent grass. 



During the course of one morning that dunlin and I 

 became so well acquainted with each other that I could 

 do anything I wished within reason with her, which 

 resulted in the making of a whole gallery of still and 

 moving pictures. 



With the golden plover I was singularly unlucky. 

 Careful watching and equally careful search on what 

 the keepers call " smittle grund," failed to yield any 

 tangible results in the shape of nests or young, although 

 there were plenty of adult birds about, and they were 

 behaving with tantalizing suggestiveness of one or the 

 other near at hand. 



A friendly shepherd, however, found a nest for me 

 one morning far below what I would have considered the 

 breeding line of the species, but to my great regret 

 another equally friendly keeper of sheep drove his flock 

 right over it on the evening of the same day, broke two 

 of the beautiful eggs and made the bird forsake ! 



I love to find the nest of any member of the wader 

 family. As a rule, you can sit down in a land of open 

 spaces and watch your bird from a suspicion-disarming 

 distance and note her every movement. I amused my- 

 self by finding the treasure houses of several curlews in 



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