Moonlight.--Instinct and Reason.--Death's Head Moth.--
Bittern.--Water-rail.--Quail.--Golden Plover.--
Hen-Harrier and Weasel.--Preserving Bird-skins.
They anchored that night just inside Hoveton Great Broad. The moon rose
large and round, and lake and marsh slept still in her mellow light. The
boys sat on deck watching the reflection of the moon in the water, and
listening to the cries of the night-birds around them and the splash of
the fish in the shallow margins. Dick said,--
"Is it not wonderful that the butterfly knows on which plant she is to
lay her eggs? How does the swallow-tail know that she must lay them on
the wild carrot or on the meadow-sweet; the death's-head moth on the
potato; and the white butterfly on the cabbage? How is it that they
select these plants, seeing that it is all strange and new to them? It
is very wonderful!"
"Yes," said Jimmy, "and it cannot be reason, because they can have no
facts to reason from, so it must be instinct."
"Well, I don't like talking anything like cant, and you won't accuse me
of that if I say that it seems to me that instinct is a personal
prompting and direction of God to the lower animals for their good, and
I don't believe we think of that enough," said Dick.
[Illustration: MOONLIGHT SCENE.]
Frank replied,--"You are right, Dick, and while man has only reason,
animals have instinct and reason too. At least I believe that the larger
kind of animals have some share of reason. I have never told you about
our colley bitch. Last year she had pups, and she was very much annoyed
by a cat which would go prowling about the building where the bitch was
kept; so the bitch took the opportunity of one day killing the cat. Now
the cat had just had kittens, and all were drowned but one. When the
mother was killed, its kitten cried most piteously, and had to be fed
with milk by the servants. The bitch had not known that the cat had
kittens, until she heard the kitten scream, and then she showed as
plainly as possible that she was sorry for what she had done, and took
the kitten to her own young ones, and seemed quite fond of it. Whenever
it was taken away she would go for it and take it back again, and the
kitten grew up with the pups, and was inseparable from them. Now I call
that reason on the part of the bitch, and the desire to make amends for
the injury she had done--But hark! what is that?"
A low booming sound not unlike the lowing of a bull, but more continued,
resounded through the marsh and then ceased. Again the strange note was
heard, and the boys looked at one another.
"What can it be?" said Jimmy, as the noise again quivered on the moonlit
air.
[Illustration: DEATH'S-HEAD MOTH.]
"I know," said Frank, "it is a bittern. If we can only find its nest we
shall be lucky. It does not often breed in England now, although it is
often shot here in winter. Let us listen where the sound comes from."
They listened intently, and after an interval the sound was again
repeated. They believed that it came from a reed-covered promontory
which ran out into the broad on its eastern shore.
"Let us take the punt and go over," said Frank; so they rowed in the
direction of the sound. They rowed round the promontory, and penetrated
it as far as they could, and all was still and silent, and they
discovered nothing.
Early the next morning they renewed their search, and while they were
crashing through the very middle of the reed bed, the bittern rose with
a hoarse cry, and flew away with a dull, heavy flight. And there, as
good luck would have it, was its nest, a large structure of sticks,
reeds and rushes, and in it were four eggs, large, round, and pale brown
in colour. It was not in human nature (or at least in boy nature) to
resist taking all the eggs.
[Illustration: BITTERN.]
The bittern is a singular bird both in shape and habits. Take a heron
and shorten its legs, neck, and beak, and thicken it generally, and then
deepen its plumage to a partridge-like brown, and you will have a pretty
good idea of the bittern. At one time it was common enough in England,
but the spread of cultivation, the drainage of the marshes, and the
pursuit of the collector have rendered it rare; and while at some
seasons it is pretty common all over the country where there are places
fit for its breeding-ground, in other years scarcely a specimen can be
seen, and its nest is now but rarely found. Its curious note has often
puzzled the country people. It has been said to put its head under water
or into a hollow reed, and then to blow, and so make a noise something
like that produced by the famous blowing stone in the Vale of the White
Horse.
The fact, however, appears to be that the noise is produced in the usual
manner, and Morris says that the bittern "commonly booms when soaring
high in the air with a spiral flight."
When suddenly surprised, its flight is more like that of a carrion crow
when shot at in the air. If wounded, the bittern can defend itself
remarkably well, turning itself on its back, and fighting with beak and
claws. It cannot run well among the reeds, so when surprised it takes
refuge in flight, although it is not by any means a good flier; and as
the reeds grow too closely together for it to use its wings among them,
it clambers up them with its feet, until it can make play with its
wings. It is essentially nocturnal in its habits, hiding close among the
reeds and flags by day.
Leaving Hoveton Broad, the boys sailed quietly down the river to
Ranworth Broad, without adventure. They turned from the river along the
dyke which led to the broad, and with their usual enterprise they tried
to take a short cut through a thin corner of reeds growing in about two
feet of water, which alone divided them from the broad. They stuck fast,
of course; but their usual good fortune attended them, and turned their
misfortune into a source of profit. A bird like a landrail, but smaller,
flew from a thick clump of vegetation near them.
"Hallo, that is not a corn-crake, is it?" said Dick.
"No, but it is a water-crake, or water-rail rather, and I expect its
nest is in that clump," said Frank, and his shoes and stockings were off
in a moment, and he was wading to the place whence the bird had flown.
"Yes, here it is, and there are eight eggs in it, very like a
landrail's, but much lighter in colour and a little smaller. I say, if
we hadn't seen the bird fly away we should never have found the nest, it
is so carefully hidden. I shall take four eggs. They are not sat upon,
and she will lay some more until she makes up her full number, so it is
not a robbery."
The water-rail is one of the shyest of water-birds. It creeps among the
herbage like a rat, and is very difficult to put to flight. When it does
fly, its legs hang down as if it had not strength to hold them up, and
it flies but slowly, yet during the winter time it migrates long
distances.
The boys spent but little time on the broad, for they were anxious to
get further away from home; so, as there was a strong breeze from the
west, they ran before it as far as Acle, where they had to lower their
mast in order to pass under the old grey stone bridge.
[Illustration: WATER-RAIL.]
Leaving the yacht moored by the Hermitage Staithe, they walked to Filby
and Ormesby Broads, an immense straggling sheet of water with many arms
about three miles from the river. They hired a boat, and rowed about for
some time, seeing plenty of wild-fowl, but meeting with no adventure
worth recording. The broad is connected with the river by a long dyke
called by the euphonious name of Muck Fleet, but it is not navigable,
being so filled with mud and weeds. The growing obstruction of this dyke
is an illustration of the process which is going on all over the Broad
district day by day. Formerly a much larger portion of it must have been
water, but as the reeds grew they decayed, and the rotten matter formed
soil. This process was repeated year after year and is going on now. The
reeds extend each year and form fresh soil each winter, and so the parts
which were always very shallow become filled up, and the extent of marsh
increases; and then, as the extent of marsh increases, it is drained and
becomes firm, and then is finally cultivated, and waving corn-fields
take the place of what was once a lake, and then a marsh, and instead of
pike and wild-fowl there are partridges and pheasants.
On the way back to Filby the boys took it into their heads to have a
game of 'follow my leader.' Frank was chosen as leader, and he led them
straight across-country, scorning roads and paths, and choosing the
hardest leaps over dykes and fences. Across a meadow Frank saw a very
stiff thorn fence on the other side of which was a stubble-field.
Collecting all his strength, he made a rush at it, but failing to clear
it, his foot caught near the top, and he fell headlong into the next
field. Dick followed his leader with commendable imitation, and sprawled
on the top of him; but Jimmy could only breast the hedge, and sat down
on the spot whence he had taken his spring. Dick was up again in a
moment, but Frank remained kneeling on the ground with something between
his hands.
[Illustration: AFRICAN BUSH QUAIL.]
"What is it, Frank?" said Dick.
"A bird. I fell upon it. It was on its nest, and I have smashed three of
the eggs, but there are five left."
Jimmy joined them, and asked what kind of a bird it was. It was a bird
of about eight inches in length, grey in colour, plump, and with a shape
which reminded them of the guinea-fowl. They looked at the poor
trembling bird, and at its eggs, and came to the conclusion that it was
a quail, a supposition which turned out to be right. Quails, though rare
generally, were very common that year in Norfolk and Suffolk, and many
nests were found, two more by the boys themselves. The nest is simply a
collection of dry grass in a hollow in the ground.
Morris says of the quail:--
"Quails migrate north and south in spring and autumn, and vast numbers
are taken by bird-catchers. As many as one hundred thousand are said to
have been taken in one day in the kingdom of Naples. Three thousand
dozen are reported to have been purchased in one year by the London
dealers alone. They migrate in flocks, and the males are said to precede
the females. They are believed to travel at night. They arrive here at
the end of April or beginning of May, and depart again early in
September. Not being strong on the wing, yet obliged to cross the sea to
seek a warmer climate in the winter, thousands are picked up by the
shores on their arrival in an exhausted state; many are drowned on the
passage, and some are frequently captured on board of vessels met with
_in transitu_."
I have seen them in poulterers' shops kept in large cages, until they
are wanted for the table, and they seemed to be quite unconcerned at
their captivity, feeding away busily.
Frank said,
"What shall we do with the bird? I've broken her wing, but I don't think
she's much hurt anywhere else."
"Here's some thin twine," said Dick. "Let us tie the bone to a splint of
wood with it, and the wing may heal."
They carried the suggestion out with great care, and the quail, on being
allowed to go, ran away with a drooping wing, but otherwise little the
worse.
"I suppose we must take all the eggs," said Frank, "for she will not
come back to her nest now, as it is all wet with squashed egg."
"Those are not lapwings flying above us, are they?" said Dick.
"No, they are golden plovers. They are not half so pretty as the
lapwings. They have no crest, and are much plainer in plumage, and they
have more black on them. Look out for their nests in this marshy spot."
"Here is one," said Dick.
[Illustration: NEST OF GOLDEN PLOVER.]
"No, that is only a lapwing's, and in a very clever place too; the nest
is made, or rather the eggs are placed on the top of a mud-hill, so that
when the water rises the eggs will be kept dry."
"Here is a golden plover's, then," said Jimmy, pointing to a depression
in the ground, in which were four eggs of the usual plover type, about
the same size as the lapwing's, but more blunt in outline, and lighter
in ground colour.
"Yes, those are they. Take two of them."
It must not be supposed that I mention all the nests and eggs the boys
found in their rambles. Space forbids me to notice more than those which
are rare or unusual. For the nest of one rare or uncommon bird they
found a dozen of the commoner sorts, for they were very quick observers.
The wind had fallen, and the water was as smooth as glass. While
prowling about the margin, "seeking what they might devour," Dick
stooped to pick a flower which grew by the water-side, and saw the head
of a large eel protruding from the mud on the bank, about two or three
feet below the surface. He called his companions' attention to it, and
on looking more closely they saw at intervals the heads of several more,
which poked two or three inches out of the mud. If the water had not
been so still and clear, they would not have been able to see them.
"What are they in that peculiar position for?" said Dick.
"Oh, it is a habit of theirs. They are taking it easy, and watching for
any little nice morsel to float by them. When the evening comes they
will come out altogether. I will show you how to sniggle them."
"Do what?" said Dick.
"Wait and see, old man."
They went back to the Hermitage, and Frank borrowed a stocking-needle
from a woman at the house. He next got some fishing-line from the yacht
and whipped one end of it to the needle from the eye to the middle. He
next got a long pea-stick from the garden, and dug up some lob-worms,
and then went to the mud-bank where the eels were.
Frank baited his tackle by running the head of the needle quite up into
the head of the worm, letting the point come out about the middle. Then
he lightly stuck the point of the needle into the end of the stick, and
with the stick in one hand and the loose line in the other, he went
quietly to the side, and selecting an eel, he presented the worm to its
nose. The eel opened its mouth and took the worm in. Frank gently pulled
the stick away and slackened the line, and the eel swallowed the worm
head first. When it had disappeared down the eel's throat, Frank struck,
and the needle, of course, stuck across the eel's gullet. Frank kept a
steady hold upon him, and drew him out of his fastness inch by inch,
until he was clear of the mud, and then he lifted him out of the water.
It was a fine eel of two pounds in weight.
"Why, what grand fun that is!" said Dick. "Let me try," and so
enthusiastically did he set to work, that in an hour's time he had got
eight large eels.
They now went on board to make their fourth meal that day, it being then
half-past four o'clock. Afterwards they all wrote their letters home.
The next morning about nine o'clock they hoisted sail, and started,
intending to reach Yarmouth that day. A strong breeze, almost amounting
to a gale, blew from the west, and they were obliged to take in reefs in
both the main-sail and the mizen, and then they spun along at a very
good rate, the water foaming at their bows and surging in their wake.
Above them and to the eastward the sky was blue and without a cloud, but
in the west a huge black cloud was slowly rising. Against its gloom, the
sunlit marsh, the windmills, and the white sails of the yachts stood out
brilliantly clear, and a number of gulls which were flying over the
marsh shone out dazzlingly white against it.
"What bird is that? It is a hawk no doubt, but it looks so blue in this
light," said Jimmy, pointing over the marsh to where a large hawk was
flying in circles uttering screams, and every now and then swooping to
the ground.
Frank got out his glass and took a long look at it.
"It must be a hen-harrier," he said. "I can see it quite clearly. It
seems to be very angry with something on the ground. Run the yacht up in
the wind, Jimmy, and let us watch it."
"There is another harrier flying to join it as swift as the wind. It is
larger and browner, and must be the female," said Frank, describing
their movements as he saw them through the glass.
[Illustration: HEN-HARRIER.]
The second comer swooped down to the ground and rose with some long
struggling object in its talons which seemed to be a weasel or stoat.
Frank then through his glass distinctly saw the weasel seize the hawk by
the throat, and the hawk, screaming wildly, rose high into the
air--"towering," as a sportsman would say--until it was almost a speck,
and its mate accompanied it, circling round it, and also uttering savage
screams. Then the hawk and weasel fell through the air, turning over and
over, and came plump upon the marsh. The boys landed and went to the
spot, while the other hawk slowly circled far out of sight. On reaching
the spot they found the hawk dead, and the weasel still alive but
stunned. It was soon despatched, and they examined the beautiful hawk
which had fallen a victim to its bravery. The weasel's jaws were stained
with egg-juice, and not far off they found the hen-harrier's nest which
the weasel had been rifling when the hawk attacked it. The nest was
built on the ground, and was something like a coot's nest, large and
strong in structure. It contained four bluish eggs, two of which were
broken.
[Illustration: WEASEL.]
"I tell you what, Frank," said Jimmy, "we must stuff the hawk and
weasel, and mount them just as they appeared in the air. It will make a
grand group. I am sorry for the hawk, but it is a lucky find for us and
our museum nevertheless."
In the meantime they skinned the hawk and weasel, and simply stuffed
their skins with cotton-wool and laid them by in the locker. It is not
necessary to stuff birds in their natural attitude to preserve them for
a cabinet. They may be loosely stuffed with cotton-wool and laid side by
side in drawers and labelled, just like eggs, and if at any time
afterwards it is desired to set them up in life-like positions, the
skins can be softened by letting them lie for a few days in a damp
place.
They sailed at a great rate down to Yarmouth, and brought up just
outside a row of wherries which were moored to the quay.