Identifier: birdsbeastsfishe00emer (find matches)
Title: Birds, beasts and fishes of the Norfolk broadland
Year: 1895 (1890s)
Authors: Emerson, P. H. (Peter Henry), 1856-1936 Cotton, T. A
Subjects: Birds -- England Norfolk Fishes -- England Norfolk Mammals -- England Norfolk
Publisher: London : D. Nutt
Contributing Library: American Museum of Natural History Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Biodiversity Heritage Library

View Book Page: Book Viewer
About This Book: Catalog Entry
View All Images: All Images From Book
Click here to view book online to see this illustration in context in a browseable online version of this book.

Text Appearing Before Image:
cape destructionso often as the marsh-harrier and Montagu, because theylike the dry marshes nearer the farms and villages, andare therefore more easily to be got at. Of one thingI am certain, however; were no birds allowed to be shotin the spring and summer, the hen-harrier would againnest amongst us. As it is, the last that I know of wasfound some fourteen years ago, and this is what the findersays:— We didnt know noathin bout the walue on em then.If we shot one, we used ter send him ter market, and gethalf-a-crown for him, same as other hawks. But I foundout arterwards they was worth money. Twas this way.I and my old chap was a-mowing of rushes on a dry mashagin the mill. In the course of the forenoon we heard abud shrucking over our heads. We didnt think bout noneast, so we went on mowing, and I mowed outer it. Imowed as nigh to him as the middle of the next swathe,and there lay five eggs in a neast made of rushes and shortreeds all broke down like a swans neast. So we must leave
Text Appearing After Image:
THE HARRIERS I79 em that night, cause we hoped to get the old bud and allin the mornin. So next mornin, directly that was light, I went to lookif she was on. Time I was peeking for her, up she go, andI slung my flail basket-stick at her, and hit her athwart thelegs; but that didnt stop her, no jolly fear. She clearedright off. So I must take the eggs, and sold em to Joshfor half-a-crown. I didnt know they was worth a lot, butI soon found out. For a few days arter along comes a gentas collected eggs, and he wanted ter know all about it. SoI told him, and showed him the place; and then he wentto Josh, but he had sold em to Norwich. So away thisgent go to Norwich, and wants to buy one egg. But, No,says the chap, I wont break the clutch for five pound. And that come to our ears. So we got ter know theywas worth money; and aterwards we used to get a poundfor the old buds, but I aint seen none lay since that—thechaps is all arter them, and wont let em lay, else theyd doso right enow. It i

Note About Images