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came out from behind a gaping piece of bark, where it had a 
‘seat’ just like that of a Rabbit, made of moss and twigs. In 
another part of the park a second pair of Kestrels evidently had 
a nest—perhaps in a large elm whose top had also been broken 
by some storm. Both birds kept flying round, and once when’ 
they wete near the tree I heard a typical nesting cry. An 
attempt to wait and discover their nest with certainty was 
frustrated by one of the pair who would insist on sitting in 
neighbouring trees and watching me, giving vent to screams at 
intervals. 
Several pairs of Lapwings nest on the stretches of coarse 
grass around the deer-keeper’s lodge, and one of the nests I 
found by coming up a steep slope and putting the bird off its 
nest about ten yards from the top. A short search revealed the 
hollow with two eggs. 
April 23rd.—Visited the rookery again and examined several 
nests, finding incomplete and full clutches and young birds. 
One egg in the Kestrel’s nest, a rather poor reddish brown 
specimen. 
I was unable to visit the district again until June 4th, when 
I walked over but did not actually enter the park. Just outside 
the paling I met one of the keepers near his cottage, hard by 
Tower Lodge. In answer to my inquiry whether he knew of 
any nests, he asked what kinds I wanted to see. ‘‘ Oh, Hawks, 
Owls, Nightjars, Kingfishers—anything interesting.” He then 
said that he had just come from a wood where he had been 
“lying up ” waiting to shoot a male Sparrowhawk by its nest. 
There were some big nests in a clump of larch-trees, and there 
two days before he had killed a female that had suddenly darted 
past, apparently off one of these nests. In order to kill both 
birds he should have shot the male first and then the female; as 
it was, he had almost given up trying for the cock, and had 
thought of putting a charge of shot into the nest that morning, 
but had finally decided to make one more attempt for the bird 
itself. He was just going home for dinner, but after, if I liked, 
would show me where the nest was. Accordingly we set off later, 
and after a long tramp reached the larches, where he pointed 
out the nest, which he considered occupied; it certainly looked 
promising; a big platform of larch and other twigs against the 
