In the old cruel days when falconry was for a time so "fashionable," the
heron--or rather the heronsewe, hornsea, hornsey or hernshaw, for these
are the older names of the bird we call heron and hern--was the fowl
chiefly flown at with the largest and fiercest falcons, and the
penalties for killing the bird, except with hawks or the long-bow, were
very severe. But modern falconers, whose sport is now as humane as sport
can ever be, have to be content with water-fowl for their prime flights.
For the heron is annually becoming rarer as a wild bird, and before long
will probably only be seen in the vicinity of private heronries, where
the courtesies of country neighbourhood protect it from wilful
molestation, and suffice to preserve for all lovers of Nature the
charming sight of these birds, by some hill-bound tarn, "sole-sitting on
the shores of old romance," seated aloft on "the pines, the heron's
ancient home," or, like the spirit of tranquil solitude, beautifying the
pleasant reaches of a river.
CHAPTER VI
THE SEA-EAGLE--GUILLEMOTS--EGG-GATHERING--THE PARADISE OF THE
PUFFINS--THE STORMY-PETREL--THE SEA-EAGLE'S VICTIMS--THE BLACK-BACKED
GULL--THE SKUA--AMONG THE CORMORANTS AND GULLS
CHAPTER VI.
"_The Eagle of the sea from Atlas soars_
_Or Teneriffe's hoar peak--_
_The watchful helmsman from the stern descries_
_And hails her course--_
_She mounts Alp-high and with her lower'd head_
_Suspended eyes the bulging sails, disdains_
_Their tardy course, outflies the hurrying rack,_
_And disappearing mingles with the clouds._"
GRAHAME.
The following lines of Spenser's, though multitudes have been written
upon the eagle, have never been improved upon:
"An eagle in his kingly pride,
Soaring through his wide empire of the air
To weather his broad sails."
"Sailing with supreme dominion, through the azure deep of air"--"Eagles,
golden-feathered, who do tower above us in their beauty, and must reign,
in right thereof,"--but it is no use to go on quoting, for the poets'
tributes to their flight alone would fill many pages. To feel the full
force of them, to understand how little exaggeration there is in them,
one must have seen an eagle, unconscious of observation, at its ease in
the air.
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