156 BRITISH BIRDS, WITH THEIR NESTS AND EGGS. 
(r1th January, 1896,) respecting a nest of this species which he found :—‘‘ The 
nest was in a hole in a decaying tree about fifteen feet from the ground. 1 
climbed the tree, and on looking into the hole I saw a number of young ones 
which seemed to be a week or ten days old. In order to ascertain the number 
of young, I took three out of the nest and held them in my hand, while I looked 
again into the nest and found only one remained. I then replaced the three in 
the nest and left them. Next morning I passed by the bottom of the tree and 
was surprised to see a young Jackdaw lying on the ground dead, and as I was 
certain I had placed the three young ones properly into the nest, and also that 
they could not possibly have fallen out, the nest being fully two feet below the 
entrance, I again mounted the tree. Half way up to the nest I found a second 
young one lying on a branch, dead, and a third lying on a ledge inside the hole 
of the tree, but about a foot from the nest. One young one still remained in the 
nest alive and strong. I did not touch this one, but I subsequently observed the 
old birds flying to the nest with food. 
I think there is little doubt that the old birds threw out the three that I 
had had in my hands, probably because they had contracted the scent. I was 
visiting my friend on whose ground the tree is last week, and I found the Jackdaws 
have again nested in the same hole, but they had not hatched then. If I can 
get over again before the young ones leave the nest I will try the experiment 
again and test them.” 
Later in the year Mr. Pool wrote:—‘I did not have a chance of confirming 
the matter of Jackdaws, for when I went to do so, I found someone had been 
before me and had taken the young ones.” 
In captivity, in spite of the fact that its imitative faculty is inferior to that 
of the Raven, Magpie, or Jay, as also that it is the most incorrigible thief of all 
the Crows, the Jackdaw is a very general favourite. It is always full of mischief 
and takes quite as much delight in practical jokes as its owner gets from watching 
their performance: there is something irresistible funny in watching a Jackdaw 
and a cat together; the latter anxious to indulge her selfish and indolent nature, 
by curling up in the sun to sleep away the best hours of the day; whilst the 
Jackdaw, equally bent on keeping her awake, slips up behind and tweaks her tail. 
Before the cat can spring to her feet, swearing and spitting, the Jackdaw has 
hopped sideways under a chair; and, as she swings round to avenge herself, he 
snaps at her tail again; the mystification and rage of the cat are exceedingly 
ludicrous, as also is the adroit way in which the Jackdaw invariably evades her. 
The keenness of vision of the Jackdaw is perhaps never so much appreciated 
as when one experiments with a tame example. For many years my old friend 
