42 All that’s pink is not meat. 
Tuesday, May 28th.—I did not wake till 4.30 a.m., and as all 
was still in the eyrie and the young asleep in a mass, I dropped off 
again until 7.10, so probably missed two feeds. At 7.20 he brought 
a small bird, and at 7.40 a thrush, which he held‘in his talons as he 
dropped into the eyrie. He fed with his back to me, and looked 
quite dry, but when he afterwards raised his wings and jumped 
on to C, facing me, he was quite wet and draggled. He had 
evidently had a bath, but had kept his wings and tail dry. Un- 
fortunately, he gave himself a vigorous shake just as I took him. 
At 10 a.m. I heard the Tiercel wailing ‘“‘ Way-ee, way-ee.”’ He 
came on to B without food, and looked very fine as he stood there 
peering into the eyrie with his body horizontal, so I took him. At 
TEN DAYS OLD AND READY TO FIGHT, 
