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and individuals were observed in different parts of the harbour 

 from time to time. 



1849, January 25th. — The first I met was when returning 

 from shooting on Seamount Marsh, and while walking along the 

 embankment, a lovely bird flew close past ; its buoyant gliding 

 flight and white primaries at once identified its species. 



On January 29th, when returning from Queenstown in my 

 boat to Bingaskiddy, and just above Haulbowline Island, a fine 

 bird passed our boat out of range, but returning as if to observe us 

 more closely, and coming within easy distance, it was brought 

 down by my brother by a shot from his light gun. This was only 

 the fourth specimen known to have been obtained in Ireland. I 

 presented the bird to my old and valued friend Dr. Harvey for 

 his fine collection of native birds, and it is now, with the rest of 

 his collection, in the Museum of the Cork University College. 



On February 2nd, when returning with my brother from 

 shooting on Seamount Marsh a fine specimen flew close past 

 us, but as both our guns were unloaded after we had stopped 

 shooting, this lovely bird, to our great disappointment, escaped us. 



On February 8th, when returning from Queenstown in my 

 boat, a fine creamy-coloured bird flew past our boat, but out of 

 shot. This was the last specimen I observed in Cork Harbour. 

 Having some time after left the district to reside at Moy View, 

 Co. Sligo, my future observations of Wild Fowl and Sea Birds 

 were confined to Killala Bay and the Moy Estuary, in the 

 counties of Mayo and Sligo ; these observations were made during 

 the years 1851 and 1909. 



1851. — On December 4th, when walking on the sands along 

 the Moyne Channel in Moy Estuary, I shot an immature 

 specimen as it flew past me. This bird I sent to my old and 

 valued friend, the late William Thompson, of Belfast, who 

 presented the specimen to the Belfast Museum. The day has 

 been well impressed on my memory, owing to my shooting a 

 grand specimen of the White-tailed Eagle on the sandhills. A 

 pair of these fine birds had been, from October, haunting the 

 sandhills of Bartragh, feeding on the rabbits and any dead fish 

 thrown up on the shore. When returning, after shooting the 

 Gull, I perceived an Eagle flying slowly over the sandhills, 

 alighting on a little hummock. I remarked to my brother (who 



