Home Life in Bird-Land DAG) 
blow struck him down. For the last time the kestrel dropped with closed wings, as 
he had done many a time before when catching his prey, but this time he fell to 
the banks of the picturesque waterfall at the bottom of the dingle, and when the 
keeper went down he found that the bird’s head was nearly severed from its body. 
The raven had probably struck his foe with one of his great wings, and to judge by 
his contented calls as he retured to the nest, this outlaw of the am felt well 
satisfied with his victory. 
There are two colonies of Cormorants on the Farne Islands, the best known 
bemg that on the Harcars; the other is on the most distant of the islands—the 
Megstone Rock. We visited both, but the birds were not in their 
Cormorants. most amiable mood, and would not let us go too close. However, by 
gradually working closer and exposing plates at each stopping stage, we 
were able to secure some satisfactory pictures. When all the birds had left, we went 
amone the nests and photographed these, some being nearly a yard high, and might 
be called pinnacles of seaweed; others are only about six inches high. A few of the 
nests contained young birds, and ugly, black-skinned creatures they are, and during 
the first fortmght of their existence they remain blind. They were in this stage 
When we saw them. As we walked among them they tried to stand up in the 
nests, craned their necks up, opened their beaks, and swayed from side to side. 
