From Fox's Earth 



sedges, the waiting on the twilight flight, to 

 shooting over one's own wild-fowl, reared by a 

 poultry man at eighteen shillings, more or less, 

 a week. 



An experiment south of the Tweed may be of 

 use as showing some of the ramifications of the 

 new-fangled system, ending in duck-ponds and 

 poultry-yards. It is always well to see on a large 

 scale the details come out so much more clearly. 

 The new reservoir to a canal offered hundreds of 

 water acres. 



The scene on the lakes and rearing fields is 

 said to be interesting as beautiful. One lot of 

 young birds are set out in an old orchard quite 

 close to the village. In clutches of thirteen, the 

 eggs are under hens in sitting-boxes, each box 

 being carefully numbered. For the first three 

 weeks, the ducklings are fed four times a day ; 

 at first with hard-boiled eggs and bread-crumbs. 

 There were several pochards' nests presumably 

 birds reared there. One which had nearly com- 

 pleted incubation was extraordinarily tame. She 

 just moved off her eggs and stood close by while 

 the nest was photographed. She then moved on 

 to the eggs and sat there, quite unconcerned, 

 while her own picture was being taken. A wild 

 bird sitting for its photograph, and changing its 

 posture to oblige, is vastly entertaining. If those 

 responsible do not see it in that light, there must 

 be an absence of a sense of humour. 



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