MISCELLANEOUS NOTES FEOM GREAT YARMOUTH. 367 



Gulls over the marshes ; they were pursuing and tormenting 

 him, chasing him from north to south, right to the marshes on 

 the other side of Breydon. Two Hooded Crows joined in the 

 squabble. It was funny to see two Gulls now and then 

 apparently disputing among themselves in the combined chase. 

 I had been told of a Buzzard having been seen treated in a 

 similar fashion during the previous week — probably the same 

 individual. 



Same date. — Gxey Plovers numerous on Breydon. Quite 

 3000 Black-backed Gulls, and hundreds of Black-headed Gulls 

 on the flats. Many small waders. "Wind easterly. 



November 1st. — A few Starlings washed up on the beach, and 

 much Fucus nodosus. A Woodcock was found dead, having hung 

 itself in some wire-netting. 



Bar-tailed Godwit. — A Godwitwas brought me alive from 

 Breydon early in September, having been shot high in the 

 thigh, the bone being broken, and the leg hanging helpless. I 

 could not splinter the break , so turned it into an aviary, with a 

 handful of straw up in one corner, on which it lay for some 

 days, without attempting to get about, although occasionally 

 raising itself on its wing-tips. I fed it on worms; these it ate 

 readily, and in two or three days I had tempted it to eat Spratt's 

 chicken meal made slightly moist ; snips of meat were picked 

 out of it readily. Grubs it would not touch, nor maggots, but 

 wood-lice were acceptable but taken daintily. In the second 

 week it lifted itself on one leg, and hopped around, with the 

 other limb swollen and the toes clenched. It soon limped on 

 the rounded foot, and sat up in its corner less. By the third 

 week in October the bone had become spliced, for the bird could 

 then bend its limb at the " knee," whilst two toes had come out 

 straight and pliant, the other toe still remaining obstinate. By 

 another week the refractory toe had surrendered, and the bird 

 walked comfortably enough. "Dick" would greet my coming 

 with a sharp " swe-dick! " and chortle in a low key when he saw 

 his saucer of meal or heard me digging for worms, soon becoming 

 sufficiently confident to take them from my fingers. A lively 

 worm would be passed between his mandible tips and nipped all 

 the way along it, sometimes going through the process a third 

 time before being swallowed, and then always head first. 



