Francis Heatherley, The Peregrine Falcon at the Eyrie… (1913)
“ Just as I am despairing, about 9 p.m., of anything further taking place, I hear a great flapping of wings and, looking out, find all the young in the eyrie gazing eagerly seawards, whimpering and flapping their wings. Then suddenly the whimpering grows louder, the wing-flapping more frantic, and for a moment I catch sight of the Falcon standing on B, holding a gory something in her beak, with two little red legs dangling from it—the headless trunk of a puffin. ”
