Various, The Hawkeye Ornithologist and Oologist…
“ Nothing is more delightful than a ramble over a Yorkshire moor, where the purple 56 heather grows in place of grass, relieved here and there with stretches of bracken, gray rocks and boulders. A lapwing rises some distance in front, and marking down the spot, we soon stand gazing upon its nest and four eggs with their points inward, meeting in the center, after the fashion of all plover’s eggs. The nest is simply a slight hollow in the ground, lined with bits of grass. ”
