FROM SPRING TO FALL. 



to the stubbles, her wings quivering, and her long 

 closed tail on the rake. Swish she goes ! and 

 there is no mistake about it this time, as she 

 trusses her quarry and carries it off to the oppo- 

 site side of the field, away from where I have 

 been standing. Ah, well ! partridges are very num- 

 erous this season, and hawks are but few. That 

 fine swoop was worth seeing. 



That handsome bird the red-legged partridge is 

 supposed to have been introduced into this coun- 

 try by that royal bird-fancier Charles II. This 

 tradition can be received for what it is worth. 



French partridge is the name by which this bird 

 is more generally known, and his habits are of 

 a wilder nature than those of our common par- 

 tridge. He very much favours waste places bor- 

 dering on cultivated lands, and great sandy patches, 

 stone-littered, with spots of coarse turf and torey- 

 grass bunches showing in all directions, the whole 

 expanse being dotted with low scrub thorns and 

 trailing brambles. These are haunts beloved by 

 the viper and by the red-legged partridge. 



The cock calls bravely in the pairing season, 



