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another call, it dashes off into the valley at such a pace that in 
a few seconds our eyes can no longer see the speck into which it 
has diminished. The next bird to attract our attention is the 
Wren, which we first of all hear and then see at a good distance 
off. How such a frail-looking bird as this braves the winter at 
a height of over two thousand feet above the sea-level excites our 
wonder. 
After a somewhat stiff climb we are at length able to look 
down at the nest of the Ravens, for the wary birds have a 
well-chosen site, which can only be gained by the aid of ropes 
and skilful manceuvring on the part of the climber. Up to 
now no sign has been seen of the birds themselves—probably 
they are foraging the country around—but the nest has been 
seen to, as we can tell from the fresh-looking branches that are 
piled upon it. After some time, and just as we are about to leave, 
there falls upon our ears the sound that we have longed for, 
the croak of the Raven, and, looking out into the valley, we 
observe both the birds. But there is a third bird present ; 
it is the Peregrine again, which follows them like a flash— 
now it is above them, and suddenly, like a thunderbolt, it 
falls—but the Ravens merely seem to give a half-turn of their 
wings, and the Peregrine goes on into space. However, it 
soon checks its downward rush, and immediately gains above 
them again to repeat its actions. This proceeds for a time until 
the Ravens settle down on a crag, and then the Peregrine is 
obliged to give up its ‘‘sport.”’ 
On reaching the bottom of the mountain again we meet the 
keeper, who, with his gun under his arm, is looking for the 
track of a Fox that has been reported to him. We at once 
become inquisitive as to his knowledge of the birds of the 
locality, and are much delighted at the information that he 
gives us. When we asked him whether he tried to shoot the 
Ravens and Falcons, he replied that he did not, as they caused 
his charges no harm. 
On February 24th we visit another locality up in the moun- 
tains in the hope of coming across another haunt of the Raven. 
Not much of bird-life is seen by us on the way, and the first bird 
seen that is worthy of mention is a Red Grouse, which we flush 
from the heather on the mountain side. On nearing the top of 
