88 THE ZOOLOGIST. 
under the overhanging peat-bank of some dried rivulet, until 
the short night had passed. It was still misty, all the old 
landmarks were either lost or looked different, and it was not 
till 4 a.m. that I eventually got back, after an awful experience, 
and too tired to sleep properly. 
July 19th.—In situ again, at 3.10 p.m., and saw one of the 
parent birds, with one chick, at the lower end of the loch, just 
as was the case for a considerable time, yesterday, in the evening, 
whilst the other parent, with the remaining young one, were 
(presumably) resting on the shore’s edge, at the other end. 
Whilst creeping to my place, another of these birds had flown 
over my head, but I doubt its having been one of the pair. In 
any case, it did not seem to notice me, but flew steadily on, 
without any cry. Had it done so, it would probably have 
circled, for some time, about, uttering its guttural note of dis- 
quietude. 
I have come, prepared to pass the night, and have nothing to 
do now, but to keep still, and not, except for some very special 
cause, leave my place. 
The parent and chick keep moving slowly, backwards and 
forwards, on the water, within a certain small space, and, 
usually, on the same spot. 
3.45 p.m. The other parent flies down on the water (coming 
from afar) and, diving its way to the two, gives, I feel sure, a fish 
to the chick. Unfortunately, not expecting such celerity, I did 
not get the glasses up in time to see either the fish given or the 
chick take it, but certain movements of the latter, afterwards, 
leave no doubt in my mind that it has been fed. It keeps 
stretching up its head, and making various motions of the throat 
and neck (external and internal) which suggest only one thing, 
viz., that it is getting something down. Moreover ,the upper 
part of the throat has a swollen appearance. There can be no 
doubt, therefore, I think, that the chick has been fed. The 
parent who has thus flown off, and returned with food, is, to 
judge by the relative size of the two, the female—but where, all 
this time, is the other chick ? 
3.51. The bird that has come in, and fed the chick, flies off 
the loch again. It passes close to where I sit, flying low, and 
does not appear to notice me. 
