his approach by a loud hissing from one of the ugliest creatures he
had ever beheld; so that he hesitated to touch it. I encouraged him,
however; for from the top I could witness all that took place; and he
at length opened the basket, and with a stick tumbled the young bird
in. Not the least vestige of a nest, nor of any apology for one, was
there; but the bird had reposed on a broad mass of half-digested hair,
mingled profusely with the bones of rats and birds; half of a rat lay
there, freshly killed, the fore parts being devoured. At a little
distance from the bird lay, on the same mass, three eggs, in no wise to
be distinguished from those of a hen, in form, size, or colour, save
that they were scarcely equal to the _average_ size of hen’s eggs. I
may add that, on emptying them afterwards, I found them to contain only
a fluid apparently homogeneous, glairy, but turbid, like very thin
paste. They were not collected for sitting, neither being within six
inches of another. No sooner had Sam descended, than the old Owl again
appeared; but, after flying round the mouth of the pit, and settling
for an instant on one of the trees, she flew off again; and though,
when we had secured the young and eggs, we waited long in expectation
of her return, she came no more while we remained. Having passed up
the things by the brier, the lad _shinned_ up the tree without much
difficulty, and we proceeded home with our young charge. On taking him
out, I found him a strange figure indeed: the head long, and sparingly
clothed with down; the curved beak, with its flesh-coloured cere; the
immense orbits of the eyes marked by a white ring of small down, and
the top and back of the head, and all the body besides, thickly clothed
with white down of exquisite softness, strongly reminding me of a
hair-dresser’s powder-puff. The tips of the wings displayed the budding
quills, but they bore the singular appearance of flesh-coloured tubes,
crowned with a divergent tuft of down. The hinder parts were, as usual
in young birds, large and protuberant, and there was not a vestige of
a tail as yet. The feet and legs were well developed, and the bird
sometimes stood up on them, but more usually rested on the whole sole,
in an upright, but most grotesque attitude. The clothing down was of
the purest white, except that in a few parts, as the back of the head
and neck, the shoulders, and the elbow of the wing, it was slightly
tinged with a delicate buff, hardly discernible. He was a very cross
fellow, biting spitefully at everything presented to him, and sometimes
at the boards around him, without any provocation; but the beak, though
sharp and hooked, was not moved by sufficient muscular power to hurt
the hand. He was almost constantly hissing; particularly, but not only,
when approached, giving out a sound, that for character, and really
almost for volume, may be likened to that produced by the rushing forth
of steam from the waste-pipe of an engine. While I was bringing him
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