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Microsoft Azure in Action MEAP V06
1. Copyright_2023_Manning_Publications
2. welcome
3. 1_What_is_Microsoft_Azure?
4. 2_Using_Azure:_Azure_Functions_and_Image_Processing
5. 3_Using_Virtual_Machines
6. 4_Networking_in_Azure
7. 5_Storage
8. 6_Security
9. 7_Serverless
10. 8_Optimizing_Storage
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welcome
You are pretty special, you know that? You are one of the very first amazing
people to have a peek at my upcoming book, Microsoft Azure in Action. This
book isn’t like any other tech book. At least not entirely. It is a journey into
cloud computing where you are at the center. I am here to convey over 10
years of Microsoft Azure experience to you in a way that is free of jargon and
fluff.
The book has four parts. Part 1 of the book introduces Azure to your world,
what are the benefits and advantages of cloud computing, as well as going
straight into building a photo resizing app with serverless. Yes, really. Part 2
is all about those fundamentals, and getting them nailed down, as the rest of
the book builds on them. Part 3 is managing data in all the various ways that
Azure offers (there are many flavors). Finally, part 4 is about DevOps,
security, and performance.
Because your feedback is essential to creating the best book possible, I hope
you’ll be leaving comments in the liveBook Discussion forum. After all, I
may already know how to do all this stuff, but I need to know if my
explanations are working for you! In particular, I want to know if you are
enjoying yourself as you read through the chapters.
- Lars Klint
In this book
Azure is available globally, which means Microsoft has built data centers in
many regions around the world. When you create an application, it doesn’t
matter if you create it in Australia or Norway[1]; It is the same approach and
commands you use. This makes it very simple to create products that are
close to your customers, but that scale globally.
At the time of writing this book, Azure has more than 65 regions each
containing 1-4 data centers for total of over 160 data centers. And it is
growing all the time. Some regions are restricted to government bodies and
their contractors, while operating in China has very special conditions. Figure
1.1 shows some of the current Azure regions available.
Figure 1.1: A selection of some of the many Azure Regions spanning the globe.
To place Azure in the context of other cloud platforms, there are three main
types of clouds:
Public – Anyone can set up an account and use the services offered on a
public cloud. The common offerings are Azure, AWS and Google Cloud
Platform (GCP), among others.
Private – A company can create a private cloud, which is accessible only
to that company. They host their own hardware and abstraction layers.
Hybrid – Many companies, and especially government deparments, are
not ready to move to the cloud 100% and they will have some services
on-premises and some in the cloud. This is called a hybrid cloud
approach and mixes public and private clouds.
Azure is a public cloud offering, providing IaaS, PaaS and some SaaS
products, although you can also use Azure as part of a hybrid cloud setup.
Let me show you some examples of using Azure that makes a lot of sense in
the real world.
Mr. Wayne has a small website that includes an online shop selling various
items, mostly black in color. The current setup for the website is hosted on
premises by Mr. Wayne, as shown in Figure 1.3.
An example of how Mr Wayne can improve his business and web shop using
Azure services is shown in Figure 1.4.
This will partly solve the latency issue using Azure DNS (by resolving the
location of your site faster), peaks in demand can be managed by scaling the
App Service Plan horizontally (creating more computing instances), there is
no maintenance of hardware, and regular backups are made of the SQL
databases and App Service.
Using Azure, all of the above issues have been addressed and B. Wayne is
saving costs of owning hardware, managing internet connections and more,
on top. As his business grows, scaling the cloud architecture with it is vastly
easier. You will learn more about optimizing performance in Azure later in
the book as well.
As a result, Natasha has more time to focus on other projects. She is saving
part of her company budget, as she has avoided having to buy extra hardware
and instead only pay for the storage as it grows in size. She can now say with
confidence that company intellectual property is backed up and secured.
With the solution in hand, Clark can now fly off like a bird. Or a plane.
She starts using Azure Resource Manager (ARM) templates, which describes
resources with JSON syntax.
{
"$schema": "https://schema.management.azure.com/schemas/2015-01-01/deplo
"contentVersion": "1.0.0.0",
"parameters": {
"tagValues": {
"type": "object",
"defaultValue": {
"Environment": "<Prod>",
"Projectid": "<1234>",
"Projectname": "<some name>",
"Subcontractor": "<some vendor>",
"Routineid": "<some number>",
"Routinename": "<some name>",
"Applicationname": "<some application name>"
}
},
"GalleryImageSKU": {
"type": "string",
"metadata": {
"description": "Image SKU."
},
"defaultValue": "2016-Datacenter"
},
"GalleryImagePublisher": {
"type": "string",
"metadata": {
"description": "."
},
"defaultValue": "MicrosoftWindowsServer"
},
… Much more
Using ARM templates as above, Carol can fine tune the deployment of the
VMs, which not only achieves her goals of less errors, speed and more time
free for other things, but also saves money on running unnecessary VMs, lets
her use source control to keep track of version history and integrate the VM
creation workflow with other functions in the business. Win.
1.3.1 Scalability
Imagine you have a website that runs on your on-premises web server. The
hardware is designed to handle a specific maximum capacity of traffic to the
website. This capacity can be limited by the CPU power, the amount of
RAM, how fast a network connection you have and much else. When the
server is maxed out, how do you ensure users of your Nicholas Cage meme
generator service can still use it? How can you manage seasonal patterns in
your traffic?
1.3.2 Reliability
Nothing can erode trust in your online services as much as reliability issues.
If your services are not responding, run out of storage space or lose network
connection, your users’ trust in your service will disappear faster than ice
cream on a hot summer day. When you use Azure to host your services,
reliability is part of the package you pay for. In this book you will learn how
to take full advantage of the cloud reliability using VMs, virtual networks,
caching data to speed up your applications, drilling into service logs and so
much more.
Azure services are at their core built for reliability. Azure regions are paired
to ensure business continuity and disaster recovery by being able to switch
from one to the other at short notice. Services are fault tolerant by using
availability zones for hardware failures, power outages and any other
gremlins that might rear their ugly heads. Azure Storage is resilient by design
and is at a minimum replicated three times within each region, even though
you just have one Storage account, but much more about storage and
availability zones later in the book. In a few chapters’ time you will also learn
about Cosmos DB and its geographic replication and reliability. That is one
of my favorite services.
Azure is expanding all the time and as the cloud platform grows, gets more
users and streamlines products and services, you will benefit from economies
of scale. Azure computing services, such as Virtual Machines, keep getting
cheaper, and it is the same with storage. This makes keeping up with your
product growth much more manageable.
1.3.4 Support
If a service on Azure isn’t performing, there is a bug in a feature, or you need
help with setting up a service, there are multiple ways you can get support.
Timely and well articulated support can often make the difference between
success and mediocrity. If you are stuck on a problem and waiting for help,
you want that support to be both quick and accurate. This book can form part
of the support network for your project by teaching you the best practices for
both individual services and complex architecture.
1.3.5 Compliance
1.4 Costs
Costs in Azure, and cloud computing in general has a rumor of “blowing
costs out without you knowing”. You might have heard stories of Virtual
Machines racking up thousands of dollars in cost overnight, or some service
left running that ruins the company budget. Yes, it happens. No, it is not
common.
Throughout this book costs and pricing will be treated as a “fourth pillar” of
cloud computing, with compute, network and storage being the first three.
While you won’t learn about every single price and pricing tier, because
watching paint dry is more interesting, you will learn how to keep costs down
as we go through the wonderful world of cloud computing with Azure.
Cost saving is a definite plus for using Azure, so let’s go over some of the
ways Azure can be very cost effective and benefit you, your company and the
evil overloads.
You get USD200 to spend on any Azure service you want, such as
Azure Kubernetes Services (AKS) or Azure Cognitive Services.
There are services that are free for twelve months, such as a 250GB
instance of SQL Server or 750 hours of use on certain Virtual Machines
instances.
And then there are services that are always free, which include Cosmos
DB free tier, 1 million requests every month for Azure Functions and 50
Virtual Networks.
With a free account you have access to enough services and resources that
you can build a prototype, try out an unfamiliar service or try out some of the
examples in this book. Later in this chapter you will learn how to create a free
Azure account.
1.4.2 PAYG
Pay as You Go (PAYG) is the most common, and most expensive, billing
model. As the name implies you pay for what you use, whether that is 24
minutes on a Virtual Machine, 300,000 RU/s on Cosmos DB or another App
Service Plan.
PAYG usage is billed monthly, and while it embodies the idea of cloud
computing and only paying for what you use, it is also the most expensive
way, when looking at cost per unit. For a lot of Azure services, PAYG is the
way you are billed for use, but some services have ways to make them
cheaper. Much cheaper. Read on.
It’s like renting a car vs. leasing a car. If you rent a car, you pay a higher
daily price, but you only have it for a few days. The rental company needs to
set the price higher, as they might not know when the car will be rented
again, they have to clean it, and staff needs to manage it all. On the other
hand, if you lease a car, you commit to a much longer period of using the car,
often several years. Your daily cost is greatly reduced, and the car company
doesn’t need to clean it, it doesn’t sit idle, and less staff can manage it. The
same logic applies to Azure reserved VM instances.
Spot VMs are excellent for interruptible processes, for testing and for
development. Azure will even tell you how likely you are to be evicted at
what times, to let you plan your use even better. Oh yeah, don’t use them for
any production purposes whatsoever. It’ll end in tears.
1.4.5 Billing
Billing of Azure services come in three delicious flavors:
How does all this work together to form your invoice then? That is almost a
topic for a whole other book, as cloud computing invoices can be notoriously
difficult to decipher. Throughout the book we will continue to make billing
and pricing part of the discussion, as your manager will want to know what it
costs.
1.5.1 On premises
While not a topic for this book, having on-premises infrastructure is a
solution that is right for many and has worked for decades. On-premises can
provide a number of benefits due to the greater control you have of especially
the physical premises and hardware.
Sovereignty of data can be very specific. You know exactly where your
data is stored, which is critical for legislation in some countries.
Security of hardware and software can conform easier to certain
company-specific requirements.
Existing investment in infrastructure could warrant use of this, as the
costs is low for new applications.
The move to cloud computing for more and more businesses means growth
for on-premises infrastructure is slowing down, especially brand-new freshly
smelling setups. Depending on where you get your statistics from, more than
90% of companies use a cloud platform in some way.
Multi-cloud most often means “two clouds”. Every time a company decides
to use an additional cloud, they effectively double their investment.
You need to train engineers to use the new features, services, APIs and
technology.
You have to train architects in what the best practices are.
Managers must learn how the billing side of things work.
Quality assurance must understand the intricacies of services to test for
implementation flaws.
Security engineers need to understand vulnerabilities and weak points in
the cloud platform.
One of the issues with multi-cloud can be that there isn’t a single entity inside
the organisation that is controlling what the strategy is and how to implement
it. Various departments can sometimes decide independently which cloud to
use for a project. Often this leads to a pile of cloud spaghetti that becomes
increasingly difficult to unravel and consume.
This isn’t to say there isn’t value in multi-cloud when managed and
implemented with care and thoughtful process. Many organisations
successfully implement a multi-cloud strategy, and benefit from a broader
selection of cloud services, cost benefits and innovation opportunities.
The Portal lets you investigate logs, set up alerts, monitor your security
posture, implement policies, manage users and so much more. Almost
everything you can do in Azure you can do in the Portal. The few exceptions
are services in preview, and specific features in non-native Azure services
such as Azure Container Instances and Azure Kubernetes Services.
A lot of the examples and tutorials in this book will be using the Azure Portal
too. It is an important tool, and Azure professionals use it. It isn’t the only
tool though.
The Azure command line interface is just that: an interface for your favorite
command line tool, such as Bash. As the name implies, there are no visual
interactions or buttons you can click on. It is all white text on black
background. Or pink on white, or whatever color you choose, but no buttons!
Where the Azure Portal is visual and you click through sections of screens, or
panes as they are called, and forms, the CLI is direct and fast. Because of
these benefits, many Azure professionals will use the CLI day-to-day.
If you think the Azure CLI is appealing, but want a sprinkling of scripting
and configuration, PowerShell is here. While you can use PowerShell as an
ordinary command line tool, the real power is two-fold.
PowerShell isn’t only for Azure though. It is a tool and platform that can be
used to manage Windows in general, and it runs on macOS and Linux
platforms too. You’ll get to use PowerShell throughout this book as well.
1.6.4 SDKs
Using the Azure CLI or PowerShell can fall short if you are wanting to
integrate Azure services and APIs with your own applications. While those
two tools are the preference of systems administrators for managing
infrastructure and spinning up new systems, developers prefer to use a
software development kit, commonly known as an SDK.
Writing code for an application or service that uses Azure cloud computing
means using the Azure SDK, which is available for .NET, Java, Python and
JavaScript to name the most common programming languages. The SDK is a
collection of libraries designed to make using Azure services in your
programs easy and smooth sailing. Cloud sailing. We will dig into the Azure
SDK and its use later in the book.
1.8 Summary
Azure is applicable to real-world scenarios and can be effective and
desirable for a variety of projects and companies.
Scalability and reliability are two of the main factors that define Azure
and cloud computing in general.
Cost can be managed by using a combination of PAYG services,
reserved instances of VMs and spot pricing VMs.
Azure has services that are always free, such as Cosmos DB free tier, a
certain number of Azure Function executions and some Azure App
Service Plans.
The three types of computing relevant to Azure is cloud, on-premises
and multi-cloud.
The main ways to interact with Azure is using the Azure Portal, the
Azure CLI, PowerShell, or integrating with an Azure software
development kit.
You can create a free Azure account to get started trying out services
and features.
[1] Not all services are available in all regions.
[2]Any apparently useless activity which, by allowing you to overcome
intermediate difficulties, allows you to solve a larger problem.
[3] https://docs.microsoft.com/en-us/azure/
[4] https://docs.microsoft.com/en-us/answers/products/azure?product=all
[5] 16 February 2021
2 Using Azure: Azure Functions and
Image Processing
This chapter covers
Creating cloud infrastructure for an application
Exploring and creating integrated logic work flows
Interconnecting Azure services
Exploring a serverless architecture
Now that you have an idea why Azure is so popular and why it is a great
choice for computing infrastructure, let us dive into a practical example of
using Azure to solve a real problem of storing images from emails and
compressing them. We will keep it simple, but that doesn’t mean it will lack
in power and application options.
Note:
This example can be done entirely with the free subscription tier in Azure. It
is recommended to have a new Azure account for the free credits, hours and
services to still be available.
To solve this problem, you have been tasked with creating a process or
application that gets the images from the email account and gets them ready
for display on the website. This will include storing the images in both their
original and web-optimized formats. There are several project outcomes that
needs to be achieved:
And while there are project goals to achieve, there are also some parts we
explicitly leave out. It is as important to know what not to include, as it is
what to include.
Attachments, which should be images, are then stored in Azure Blob Storage.
Blob storage is a versatile, ever expanding storage mechanism for storing
pretty much anything. It is a native part of an Azure storage account, and this
is where the images will live and the album website gets them from too.
Once there are new images in Blob storage, an Azure Function will be
triggered and process them, compress them, and store the compressed copy
back in Blob storage. That way both the original image is kept, as well as a
version that is more efficient to show on the website.
All of these Azure services will live in a resource group, which is a logical
container for any Azure service. Make sense? Alright, let’s start building with
cloud.
Go through the wizard as shown in Figure 2.5 and fil in the values as you see
best. Follow a naming convention that works for you as well to get into the
habit of good naming of resources.[1]
Figure 2.5: Enter values for the resource group.
It doesn’t matter what name you give a resource group. They are all valid,
however it is recommended to decide on a naming strategy before you start. I
like using the format <project name>RG. This makes it instantly clear which
project I am dealing with and the kind of resource, which is a resource group
in this case. Often companies and teams will have a naming strategy they
follow for just these reasons.
The wizard experience is a taste for how resources are created through the
Azure Portal. As you will learn later in the book, whichever way you create
resources in Azure it is always done through the Azure Resource Manager.
You get the same result regardless of the tool you choose. For now, we’ll use
the Azure Portal wizard experience and click Review + Create when you
have filled in the details.
Figure 2.6: When validation has passed, you can create the resource group.
Finally, click the Create button as shown in Figure 2.6. This is the first step
done for pretty much any new project or logical group in Azure. The resource
group is a fundamental part of your Azure life, and you will create a ton of
them. As long as a ton is less than 800 resource groups, of course.
Figure 2.8: Click Create to create a new container within the storage account
While clicking the “+ Create” button is a simple act, a lot goes on behind the
scenes throughout the wizard experiences. Part of the appeal of cloud
computing with Azure is the abstraction of “yak shaving”, which I mentioned
in the previous chapter. Tasks that have to be done before you get to the tasks
you really want to do.
Alright, time to go through another wizard and fill in the necessary values to
create a storage account as show in Figure 2.9. Go on, it’ll be a beauty.
Figure 2.9: Fill in the basic values for the storage account.
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set out on foot to visit him in gaol. It was a long tramp for her thus
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following morning, and not without suffering a fresh misfortune by the way.
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was done when she arrived at the houses, it never got quite right. His
injured nose, which turns to a dark-blue colour and causes him great
suffering in cold weather, has been a trouble and misery to him all his life
long.
After he was dead, two of his children—my informant, and that brother
who as a babe had travelled to Winchester in his mother's arms in cold
weather—talked together about him and his life, and of all he had suffered
and of his goodness, and in both their minds there was one idea, an anxious
wish that his descendants should not allow him to go out of memory. And
there was no way known to them to keep him in mind except by burying
him in some spot by himself, where his mound would be alone and apart.
Finally, brother and sister, plucking up courage, went to the vicar, the well-
remembered Mr. Parsons, who built the new vicarage and the church
school, and begged him to let them bury their father by the yew tree near
the porch, and he good-naturedly consented.
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days the vicar went to them in a great state of mind, and said that he had
made a terrible mistake, that he had done wrong in consenting to the grave
being made there, and that their father must be taken up and placed at some
other spot in the churchyard. They were grieved at this, but could say
nothing. But for some reason the removal never took place, and in time the
son and daughter themselves began to regret that they had buried their
father there where they could never keep the mound green and fresh. People
going in or coming out of church on dark evenings stumbled or kicked their
boots against it, or when they stood there talking to each other they would
rest a foot on it, and romping children sat on it, so that it always had a
ragged, unkept appearance, do what they would.
CHAPTER XI
The Hampshire people—Racial differences in neighbouring counties—A neglected subject
—Inhabitants of towns—Gentry and peasantry—Four distinct types—The common
blonde type—Lean women—Deleterious effects of tea-drinking—A shepherd's
testimony—A mixed race—The Anglo-Saxon—Case of reversion of type—Un-Saxon
character of the British—Dark-eyed Hampshire people—Racial feeling with regard to
eye-colours—The Iberian type—Its persistence—Character of the small dark man—
Dark and blonde children—A dark village child.
The history of the horn-blower and his old wife, and their still living
aged children, serves to remind me that this book, which contains so much
about all sorts of creatures and forms of life, from spiders and flies to birds
and beasts, and from red alga on gravestones to oaks and yews, has so far
had almost nothing to say about our own species—of that variety which
inhabits Hampshire.
As was said in a former chapter, there is very little beauty or good looks
in this people; on the other hand, there is just as little downright ugliness;
they are mostly on a rather monotonous level, just passable in form and
features, but with an almost entire absence of any brightness, physical or
mental. Take the best-looking woman of this most common type—the
description will fit a dozen in any village. She is of medium height, and has
a slightly oval face (which, being Anglo-Saxon, she ought not to have), with
fairly good features; a nose fairly straight, or slightly aquiline, and not
small; mouth well moulded, but the lips too thin; chin frequently pointed.
Her hair is invariably brown, without any red or chestnut colour in it,
generally of a dull or dusty hue; and the eyes are a pale greyish-blue, with
small pupils, and in very many cases a dark mark round the iris. The deep
blue, any pure blue, in fact, from forget-me-not to ultramarine, is as rare in
this commonest type as warm or bright hair—chestnut, red, or gold; or as a
brilliant skin. The skin is pallid, or dusky, or dirty-looking. Even healthy
girls in their teens seldom have any colour, and the exquisite roseate and
carmine reds of other counties are rare indeed. The best-looking girls at the
time of life when they come nearest to being pretty, when they are just
growing into womanhood, have an unfinished look which is almost
pathetic. One gets the fancy that Nature had meant to make them nice-
looking, and finally becoming dissatisfied with her work, left them to grow
to maturity anyhow. It is pathetic, because there was little more to be done
—a rosier blush on the cheek, a touch of scarlet on the lips, a little
brightness and elasticity in the hair, a pencil of sunlight to make the eyes
sparkle.
In figure this woman is slim, too narrow across the hips, too flat in the
chest. And she grows thinner with years. The number of lean, pale women
of this type in Hampshire is very remarkable. You see them in every village,
women that appear almost fleshless, with a parchment-like skin drawn tight
over the bones of the face, pale-blue, washed-out eyes, and thin, dead-
looking hair. What is the reason of this leanness? It may be that the women
of this blonde type are more subject to poverty of blood than others; for the
men, though often thin, are not so excessively thin as the women. Or it may
be the effect of that kind of poison which cottage women all over the
country are becoming increasingly fond of, and which is having so
deleterious an effect on the people in many counties—the tea they drink.
Poison it certainly is: two or three cups a day of the black juice which they
obtain by boiling and brewing the coarse Indian teas at a shilling a pound
which they use, would kill me in less than a week.
Or it may be partly the poison of tea and partly the bad conditions,
especially the want of proper food, in the villages. One day on the downs
near Winchester I found a shepherd with his flock, a man of about fifty, and
as healthy and strong-looking a fellow as I have seen in Hampshire. Why
was it, I asked him, that he was the only man of his village I had seen with
the colour of red blood in his face? why did they look so unwholesome
generally? why were the women so thin, and the children so stunted and
colourless? He said he didn't know, but thought that for one thing they did
not get enough to eat. "On the farm where I work," he said, "there are
twelve of us—nine men, all married, and three boys. My wages are thirteen
shillings, with a cottage and garden; I have no children, and I neither drink
nor smoke, and have not done so for eighteen years. Yet I find the money is
not too much. Of the others, the eight married men all have children—one
has got six at home: they all smoke, and all make a practice of spending at
least two evenings each week at the public-house." How, after paying for
beer and tobacco, they could support their families on the few shillings that
remained out of their wages was a puzzle to him.
A mixed race But this is to digress. The prevalent blonde type I have
tried to describe is best seen in the northern half of the
county, but is not so accentuated on the east, north, and west borders as in
the interior villages. If, as is commonly said, this people is Anglo-Saxon, it
must at some early period have mixed its blood with that of a distinctly
different race. This may have been the Belgic or Brythonic, but as shape
and face are neither Celtic nor Saxon, the Brythons must have already been
greatly modified by some older and different race which they, or the
Goidels before them, had conquered and absorbed. It will be necessary to
return to this point by-and-by.
Side by side with this, in a sense, dim and doubtful people, you find the
unmistakable Saxon, the thick-set, heavy-looking, round-headed man with
blue eyes and light hair, and heavy drooping mustachios—a sort of
terrestrial walrus who goes erect. He is not abundant as in Sussex, but is
represented in almost any village, and in these villages he is always like a
bull-dog or bull-terrier among hounds, lurchers, and many other varieties,
including curs of low degree. Mentally, he is rather a dull dog, at all events
deficient in the finer, more attractive qualities. Leaving aside the spiritual
part, he is a good all-round man, tough and stubborn, one that the naturalist
may have no secret qualms about in treating as an animal. A being of strong
animal nature, and too often in this brewer-ridden county a hard drinker. A
very large proportion of the men in rural towns and villages with blotchy
skins and watery or beery eyes are of this type. Even more offensive than
the animality, the mindlessness, is that flicker of conscious superiority
which lives in their expression. It is, I fancy, a survival of the old instinctive
feeling of a conquering race amid the conquered.
The sight of him taught me something I could not get from the books.
The intensity of life in his eyes and whole expression; the rough-hewn face
and rude, powerful form—rude but well balanced—the vigour in his every
movement, enabled me to realise better than anything that history tells us
what those men who came as strangers to these shores in the fifth century
were really like, and how they could do what they did. They came, a few at
a time, in open row-boats, with nothing but their rude weapons in their
hands, and by pure muscular force, and because they were absolutely
without fear and without compassion, and were mentally but little above a
herd of buffaloes, they succeeded in conquering a great and populous
country with centuries of civilisation behind it.
Talking with him, I was not surprised to find him a discontented man. He
did not want to live in a town—he seemed not to know just what he wanted,
or having but few words he did not know how to say it; but his mind was in
a state of turmoil and revolt, and he could only curse the head shepherd, the
bailiff, the farmer, and, to finish up, the lord of the manor. Probably he soon
cast away his crook, and went off in search of some distant place, where he
would be permitted to discharge the energy that seethed and bubbled in him
—perhaps to bite the dust on the African veldt.
This, then, is one of the main facts to be noted in the blonde Hampshire
peasant—the great contrast between the small minority of persons of the
Anglo-Saxon and of the prevalent type. It was long ago shown by Huxley
that the English people generally are not Saxons in the shape of the head,
and in all Saxon England the divergence has perhaps been greatest in this
southern county. The oval-faced type, as I have said, is less pronounced as
we approach the borders of Berkshire, and although the difference is not
very great, it is quite perceptible; the Berkshire people are rather nearer to
the common modified Saxon type of Oxfordshire and the Midlands
generally.
Among the dark people there are two distinct types, as there are two in
the blonde, and it will be understood that I only mean two that are, in a
measure, fixed and easily recognised types; for it must always be borne in
mind that, outside of these distinctive forms, there is a heterogeneous crowd
of persons of all shades and shapes of face and of great variety in features.
These two dark types are: First, the small, narrow-headed person of brown
skin, crow-black hair, and black eyes; of this rarest and most interesting
type I shall speak last. Second, the person of average height, slightly oval
face, and dark eyes and hair. The accompanying portrait of a young woman
in a village on the Test is a good specimen of this type. Now we find that
this dark-haired, dark-eyed, and often dark-skinned people are in stature,
figure, shape of head, and features exactly like the oval-faced blonde people
already described. They are, light and dark, an intermediate type, and we
can only say that they are one and the same people, the outcome of a long-
mixed race which has crystallised in this form unlike any of its originals;
that the difference in colour is due to the fact that blue and black in the iris
and black and brown in the hair very seldom mix, these colours being, as
has been said, "mutually exclusive." They persist when everything else,
down to the bony framework, has been modified and the original racial
characters obliterated. Nevertheless, we see that these mutually exclusive
colours do mix in some individuals both in the eyes and hair. In the grey-
blue iris it appears as a very slight pigmentation, in most cases round the
pupil, but in the hair it is more marked. Many, perhaps a majority, of the
dark-eyed people we are now considering have some warm brown colour in
their black hair; in members of the same family you will often find raven-
black hair and brownish-black hair; and sometimes in three brothers or
sisters you will find the two original colours, black and brown, and the
intermediate very dark or brownish-black hair.
A HAMPSHIRE GIRL
"Perhaps it will be all right in the end—we hope it will: he says he will
marry her and give her a home. But you never know where you are with a
man of that colour—I'll believe it when I see it."
"Yes, he seems all right, and speaks well, and promises to pay the
money. But look at the colour of his eyes! No, I can't trust him."
"He's a very nice person, I have no doubt, but his eyes and hair are
enough for me," etc., etc.
Even this may be merely the effect of that enmity or suspicion with
which the stranger, or "foreigner," as he is called, is often regarded in rural
districts. The person from another county, or from a distance, unrelated to
anyone in the community, is always a foreigner, and the foreign taint may
descend to the children: may it not be that in Hampshire anyone with bright
colour in eyes, hair, and skin is also by association regarded as a foreigner?
It remains to speak of the last of the four distinct types, the least
common and most interesting of all—the small, narrow-headed man with
very black hair, black eyes, and brown skin.
Time brings about its revenges in many strange ways: we see that there
is a continuous and an increasing migration from Wales and the Highlands
into all the big towns in England, and this large and growing Celtic element
will undoubtedly have a great effect on the population in time, making it
less Saxon and more Celtic than it has been these thousand years past and
upwards. But in all the people, Celtic, Anglo-Saxon, Dane, or what not,
there is that older constituent—infinitely older and perhaps infinitely more
persistent; and this too, albeit in a subtler way, may be working in us to
recover its long-lost world. That it has gone far in this direction in Spain,
where the blue eye is threatened with extinction, and in the greater portion,
if not all, of France, there appears to be some evidence to show. Here,
where the Neolithic people were more nearly exterminated and the remnant
more completely absorbed, the return may be very much slower. But when
we find, as we do in Hampshire and many other counties, that this
constituent in the blood of the people, after mixture for untold ages with so
many other bloods of so many conquering races, has not only been potent to
modify the entire population, but is able to reproduce the old type in its
pristine purity; and when we almost invariably find that these ancients born
again are better men than those in whom other racial characters
predominate—more intelligent, versatile, adaptive, temperate, and usually
tougher and longer lived, it becomes possible to believe that in the remote
future—there are thousands of years for this little black leaven to work—
these islands will once more be inhabited by a race of men of the Neolithic
type.
I have found that when one member of a family of mixed light and dark
blood is of the distinctly Iberian type, this one will almost invariably take a
peculiar and in some ways a superior position in the circle. The woman
especially exhibits a liveliness, humour, and variety rare indeed among
persons born in the peasant class. She entertains the visitor, or takes the
leading part, and her slow-witted sisters regard her with a kind of puzzled
admiration. They are sisters, yet unrelated: their very blood differs in
specific gravity, and their bodily differences correspond to a mental and
spiritual unlikeness. In my intercourse with people in the southern counties
I have sometimes been reminded of Huxley and his account of his parents
contained in a private letter to Havelock Ellis. His father, he said, was a
fresh-coloured, grey-eyed Warwickshire man. "My mother came of
Wiltshire people. Except for being somewhat taller than the average type,
she was a typical example of the Iberian variety—dark, thin, rapid in all her
ways, and with the most piercing black eyes I have seen in anybody's head.
Mentally and physically (except in the matter of the beautiful eyes) I am a
piece of my mother, and except for my stature ... I should do very well for a
'black Celt'—supposed to be the worst variety of that type."
The contrast between persons of this type and Saxon or blonde has often
seemed to me greatest in childhood, since the blonde at that period, even in
Hampshire, is apt to be a delicate pink and white whereas the individual of
strongly-marked Iberian character is very dark from birth. I will, to
conclude this perhaps imprudent chapter, give an instance in point.
A dark village Walking one day through the small rustic village of
child Martyr Worthy, near Winchester, I saw a little girl of nine or
ten sitting on the grass at the side of the wide green roadway in the middle
of the village engaged in binding flowers round her hat. She was slim, and
had a thin oval face, dark in colour as any dark Spanish child, or any French
child in the "black provinces"; and she had, too, the soft melancholy black
eye which is the chief beauty of the Spanish, and her loose hair was
intensely black. Even here where dark eyes and dark hair are so common,
her darkness was wonderful by contrast with a second little girl of round,
chubby, rosy face, pale-yellowish hair, and wide-open blue surprised eyes,
who stood by her side watching her at her task. The flowers were lying in a
heap at her side; she had wound a long slender spray of traveller's joy round
her brown straw hat, and was now weaving in lychnis and veronica, with
other small red and blue blossoms, to improve her garland. I found to my
surprise on questioning her that she knew the names of the flowers she had
collected. An English village child, but in that Spanish darkness and beauty,
and in her grace and her pretty occupation, how very un-English she
seemed!
CHAPTER XII
Test and Itchen—Vegetation—Riverside villages—The cottage by the river—Itchen valley
—Blossoming limes—Bird visitors—Goldfinch—Cirl bunting—Song—Plumage—
Three common river birds—Coots—Moor-hen and nest—Little grebes' struggles—
Male grebe's devotion—Parent coot's wisdom—A more or less happy family—
Dogged little grebes—Grebes training their young—Fishing birds and fascination.
There are no more refreshing places in Hampshire, one might almost say
in England, than the green level valleys of the Test and Itchen that wind,
alternately widening and narrowing, through the downland country to
Southampton Water. Twin rivers they may be called, flowing at no great
distance apart through the same kind of country, and closely alike in their
general features: land and water intermixed—greenest water-meadows and
crystal currents that divide and subdivide and join again, and again separate,
forming many a miniature island and long slip of wet meadow with streams
on either side. At all times refreshing to the sight and pleasant to dwell by,
they are best
Test and Itchen They are not long rivers—the Test and Itchen—but long
enough for men with unfevered blood in their veins to find
sweet and peaceful homes on their margins. I think I know quite a dozen
villages on the former stream, and fifteen or sixteen on the latter, in any one
of which I could spend long years in perfect contentment. There are towns,
too, ancient Romsey and Winchester, and modern hideous Eastleigh; but the
little centres are best to live in. These are, indeed, among the most
characteristic Hampshire villages; mostly small, with old thatched cottages,
unlike, yet harmonising, irregularly placed along the roadside; each with its
lowly walls set among gaily coloured flowers; the farm with its rural sounds
and smells, its big horses and milch-cows led and driven along the quiet
streets; the small ancient church with its low, square tower, or grey shingled
spire; and great trees standing singly or in groups or rows—oak and elm
and ash; and often some ivy-grown relic of antiquity—ivy, indeed,
everywhere. The charm of these villages that look as natural and one with
the scene as chalk down and trees and green meadows, and have an air of
immemorial quiet and a human life that is part of nature's life, unstrenuous,
slow and sweet, has not yet been greatly disturbed. It is not here as in some
parts of Hampshire, and as it is pretty well everywhere in Surrey, that most
favoured county, the Xanadu of the mighty ones of the money-market,
where they oftenest decree their lordly pleasure-domes. Those vast red-
brick habitations of the Kubla Khans of the city which stare and glare at
you from all openings in pine woods, across wide heaths and commons, and
from hill-sides and hill-tops, produce the idea that they were turned out
complete at some stupendous manufactory of houses at a distance, and sent
out by the hundred to be set up wherever wanted, and where they are almost
always utterly out of keeping with their surroundings, and consequently a
blot on and a disfigurement of the landscape.
The first English cathedral I ever saw was that of Winchester: that was a
long time ago; it was then and on a few subsequent occasions that I had
glimpses of the river that runs by it. They were like momentary sights of a
beautiful face, caught in passing, of some person unknown. Then it
happened that in June 1900, cycling Londonwards from Beaulieu and the
coast by Lymington, I came to the valley, and to a village about half-way
between Winchester and Alresford, on a visit to friends in their summer
fishing retreat.
A riverside They had told me about their cottage, which serves them
cottage all the best purposes of a lodge in the vast wilderness.
Fortunately in this case the "boundless contiguity of shade"
of the woods is some little distance away, on the other side of the ever green
Itchen valley, which, narrowing at this spot, is not much more than a couple
of hundred yards wide. A long field's length away from the cottage is the
little ancient, rustic, tree-hidden village. The cottage, too, is pretty well
hidden by trees, and has the reed- and sedge- and grass-green valley and
swift river before it, and behind and on each side green fields and old
untrimmed hedges with a few old oak trees growing both in the hedgerows
and the fields. There is also an ancient avenue of limes which leads
nowhere and whose origin is forgotten. The ground under the trees is
overgrown with long grass and nettles and burdock; nobody comes or goes
by it, it is only used by the cattle, the white and roan and strawberry
shorthorns that graze in the fields and stand in the shade of the limes on
very hot days. Nor is there any way or path to the cottage; but one must go
and come over the green fields, wet or dry. The avenue ends just at the point
where the gently sloping chalk down touches the level valley, and the half-
hidden, low-roofed cottage stands just there, with the shadow of the last two
lime trees falling on it at one side. It was an ideal spot for a nature-lover and
an angler to pitch his tent upon. Here a small plot of ground, including the
end of the lime-tree avenue, was marked out, a hedge of sweetbriar planted
round it, the cottage erected, and a green lawn made before it on the river
side, and beds of roses planted at the back.
During the very hot days that followed it was pleasure enough to sit in
the shade of the limes most of the day; there was coolness, silence, melody,
fragrance; and, always before me, the sight of that moist green valley,
which made one cool simply to look at it, and never wholly lost its novelty.
The grass and herbage grow so luxuriantly in the water-meadows that the
cows grazing there were half-hidden in their depth; and the green was
tinged with the purple of seeding grasses, and red of dock and sorrel, and
was everywhere splashed with creamy white of meadow-sweet. The
channels of the swift many-channelled river were fringed with the livelier
green of sedges and reed-mace, and darkest green of bulrushes, and restful
grey of reeds not yet in flower.
Bird visitors The old limes were now in their fullest bloom; and the
hotter the day the greater the fragrance, the flower, unlike
the woodbine and sweetbriar, needing no dew nor rain to bring out its
deliciousness. To me, sitting there, it was at the same time a bath and
atmosphere of sweetness, but it was very much more than that to all the
honey-eating insects in the neighbourhood. Their murmur was loud all day
till dark, and from the lower branches that touched the grass with leaf and
flower to their very tops the trees were peopled with tens and with hundreds
of thousands of bees. Where they all came from was a mystery; somewhere
there should be a great harvest of honey and wax as a result of all this noise
and activity. It was a soothing noise, according with an idle man's mood in
the July weather; and it harmonised with, forming, so to speak, an
appropriate background to, the various distinct and individual sounds of
bird life.
The birds were many, and the tree under which I sat was their favourite
resting-place; for not only was it the largest of the limes, but it was the last
of the row, and overlooked the valley, so that when they flew across from
the wood on the other side they mostly came to it. It was a very noble tree,
eighteen feet in circumference near the ground; at about twenty feet from
the root, the trunk divided into two central boles and several of lesser size,
and these all threw out long horizontal and drooping branches, the lowest of
which feathered down to the grass. One sat as in a vast pavilion, and looked
up to a height of sixty or seventy feet through wide spaces of shadow and
green sunlight, and sunlit golden-green foliage and honey-coloured
blossom, contrasting with brown branches and with masses of darkest
mistletoe.
Among the constant succession of bird visitors to the tree above me were
the three pigeons—ring-dove, stock-dove, and turtle-dove; finches, tree-
warblers, tits of four species, and the wren, tree-creeper, nuthatch, and
many more. The best vocalists had ceased singing; the last nightingale I had
heard utter its full song was in the oak woods of Beaulieu on 27th June: and
now all the tree-warblers, and with them chaffinch, thrush, blackbird, and
robin, had become silent. The wren was the leading songster, beginning his
bright music at four o'clock in the morning, and the others, still in song, that
visited me were the greenfinch, goldfinch, swallow, dunnock, and cirl
bunting. From my seat I could also hear the songs in the valley of the reed
and sedge warblers, reed-bunting, and grasshopper-warbler. These, and the
polyglot starling, and cooing and crooning doves, made the last days of July
at this spot seem not the silent season we are accustomed to call it.
Of these singers the goldfinch was the most pleasing. The bird that sang
near me had assisted in rearing a brood in a nest on a low branch a few
yards away, but he still returned from the fields at intervals to sing; and
seen, as I now saw him a dozen times a day, perched among the lime leaves
and blossoms at the end of a slender bough, in his black and gold and
crimson livery, he was by far the prettiest of my feathered visitors.
Cirl bunting But the cirl bunting, the inferior singer, interested me
most, for I am somewhat partial to the buntings, and he is
the best of them, and the one I knew least about from personal observation.
The best singer among the British buntings, he is also to my mind the
prettiest bird. When he is described as black and brown, and lemon and
sulphur-yellow, and olive and lavender-grey, and chestnut-red, we are apt to
think that the effect of so many colours thrown upon his small body cannot
be very pleasing. But it is not so; these various colours are so harmoniously
disposed, and have, in the lighter and brighter hues in the living bird, such a
flower-like freshness and delicacy, that the effect is really charming.
When, in June, I first visited the cottage, my host took me into his
dressing-room, and from it we watched a pair of cirl buntings bring food to
their young in a nest in a small cypress standing just five yards from the
window. The young birds were in the pinfeather stage, but they were
unfortunately taken a very few days later by a rat, or stoat, or by that
winged nest-robber the jackdaw, whose small cunning grey eyes are able to
see into so many hidden things.
The birds themselves did not grieve overlong at their loss: the day after
the nest was robbed the cock was heard singing—and he continued to sing
every day from his favourite tree, an old black poplar growing outside the
sweetbriar hedge in front of the cottage.
About this bird of a brave and cheerful disposition, more will have to be
said in the next chapter. It is, or was, my desire to describe events in the
valley at this changeful period from late July to October in the order of their
occurrence, but in all the rest of the present chapter, which will be given to
the river birds exclusively, the order must be broken.
The coot is not so abundant as the other two; also he is less varied in his
colour, and less lively in his motions, and consequently attracts us less. The
moor-hen is the most engaging, as well as the commonest—a bird
concerning which more entertaining matter has been related in our natural
histories than of any other native species. And I now saw a great deal of
him, and of the other two as well. From the cottage windows, and from the
lawn outside, one looked upon the main current of the river, and there were
the birds always in sight; and when not looking one could hear them.
Without paying particular attention to them their presence in the river was a
constant source of interest and amusement.
At one spot, where the stream made a slight bend, the floating water-
weeds brought down by the current were always being caught by scattered
bulrushes growing a few feet from the edge; the arrested weeds formed a
minute group of islets, and on these convenient little refuges and resting-
places in the waterway, a dozen or more of the birds could be seen at most
times. The old coots would stand on the floating weeds and preen and preen
their plumage by the hour. They were like mermaids, for ever combing out
their locks, and had the clear stream for a mirror. The dull-brown, white-
breasted young coots, now fully grown, would meanwhile swim about
picking up their own food. The moor-hens were with them, preening and
feeding, and one had its nest there. It was a very big conspicuous nest, built
up on a bunch of floating weeds, and formed, when the bird was sitting on
its eggs, a pretty and curious object; for every day fresh bright-green sedge
leaves were plucked and woven round it, and on that high bright-green nest,
as on a throne, the bird sat, and when I went near the edge of the water, she
(or he) would flirt her tail to display the snowy-white under-feathers, and
nod her head, and stand up as if to display her pretty green legs, so as to let
me see and admire all her colours; and finally, not being at all shy, she
would settle quietly down again.
Little grebes The little grebes, too, had chosen that spot to build on.
Poor little grebes! how they worked and sat, and built and
sat again, all the summer long. And all along the river it was the same thing
—the grebes industriously making their nests, and trying ever so hard to
hatch their eggs; and then at intervals of a few days the ruthless water-
keeper would come by with his long fatal pole to dash their hopes. For
whenever he saw a suspicious-looking bunch of dead floating weeds which
might be a grebe's nest, down would come the end of the pole on it, and the
eggs would be spilt out of the wet bed, and rolled down by the swift water
to the sea. And then the birds would cheerfully set to work again at the very
same spot: but it was never easy to tell which bunch of wet weeds their eggs
were hidden in. Watching with a glass I could see the hen on her eggs, but if
any person approached she would hastily pull the wet weeds from the edge
over them, and slip into the water, diving and going away to some distance.
While the female sat the male was always busy, diving and catching little
fishes; he would dive down in one spot, and suddenly pop up a couple of
yards away, right among the coots and moor-hens. This Jack-in-the-box
action on his part never upset their nerves. They took not the slightest notice
of him, and were altogether a more or less, happy family, all very tolerant of
each other's little eccentricities.
The little grebe fished for himself and for his sitting mate; he never
seemed so happy and proud as when he was swimming to her, patiently
sitting on her wet nest, with a little silvery fish in his beak. He also fished
for old decaying weeds, which he fetched up from the bottom to add to the
nest. Whenever he popped up among or near the other birds with an old rag
of a weed in his beak, one or two of the grown-up young coots would try to
take it from him; and seeing them gaining on him he would dive down to
come up in another place, still clinging to the old rag half a yard long; and
again the chase would be renewed, and again he would dive; until at last,
after many narrow escapes and much strategy, the nest would be gained,
and the sitting bird would take the weed from him and draw it up and tuck it
round her, pleased with his devotedness, and at the sight of his triumph over
the coots. As a rule, after giving her something—a little fish, or a wet weed
to pull up and make herself comfortable with—they would join their voices
in that long trilling cry of theirs, like a metallic, musical-sounding
policeman's rattle.
It was not in a mere frolicsome spirit that the young coots hunted the
dabchick with his weed, but rather, as I imagine, because the white
succulent stems of aquatic plants growing deep in the water are their
favourite food; they are accustomed to have it dived for by their parents and
brought up to them, and they never appear to get enough to satisfy them;
but when they are big, and their parents refuse to slave for them, they seem
to want to make the little grebes their fishers for succulent stems.
While this was going on a second young bird had been on the old nest on
the little island in the lake, quietly dozing; and at length this one got off his
dozing-place, and swam out to where the weed-fishing and feeding were in
progress. As he came up, the old coot rose with a white stem in her beak,
which the new-comer pushed forward to take; but the other thrust himself
before him, and, snatching the stem from his parent's beak, swallowed it
himself. The old coot remained perfectly motionless for a space of about
four seconds, looking fixedly at the greedy one who had been gorging for
twenty minutes yet refused to give place to the other. Then very suddenly,
and with incredible fury, she dashed at and began hunting him over the
pond. In vain he rose up and flew over the water, beating the surface with
his feet, uttering cries of terror; in vain he dived; again and again she
overtook and dealt him the most savage blows with her sharp beak, until,
her anger thoroughly appeased and the punishment completed, she swam
back to the second bird, waiting quietly at the same spot for her return, and
began once more diving for white stems of the Polygonum.
Never again, we said, would the greedy young bird behave in the
unmannerly way which had brought so terrible a castigation upon him! The
coot is certainly a good mother who does not spoil her child by sparing the
rod. And this is the bird which our comparative anatomists, after pulling it
to pieces, tell us is a small-brained, unintelligent creature; and which old
Michael Drayton, who, being a poet, ought to have known better, described
as "a formal brainless ass"!
Happy families To come back to the Itchen birds. The little group, or
happy family, I have described was but one of the many
groups of the same kind existing all along the river; and these separate
groups, though at a distance from each other, and not exactly on visiting
terms, each being jealous of its own stretch of water, yet kept up a sort of
neighbourly intercourse in their own way. Single cries were heard at all
times from different points; but once or two or three times in the day a cry
of a coot or a moor-hen would be responded to by a bird at a distance; then
another would take it up at a more distant point, and another still, until cries
answering cries would be heard all along the stream. At such times the
voice of the skulking water-rail would be audible too, but whether this
excessively secretive bird had any social relations with the others beyond
joining in the general greeting and outcry I could not discover. Thus, all
these separate little groups, composed of three different species, were like
the members of one tribe or people broken up into families; and altogether
it seemed that their lines had fallen to them in pleasant places, although it
cannot be said that the placid current of their existence was never troubled.
I know not what happened to disturb them, but sometimes all at once
cries were heard which were unmistakably emitted in anger, and sounds of
splashing and struggling among the sedges and bulrushes; and the rushes
would be swayed about this way and that, and birds would appear in hot
pursuit of one another over the water; and then, just when one was in the
midst of wondering what all this fury in their cooty breasts could be about,
lo! it would all be over, and the little grebe would be busy catching his
silvery fishes; and the moor-hen, pleased as ever at her own prettiness,
nodding and prinking and flirting her feathers; and the coot, as usual,
mermaid-like, combing out her slate-coloured tresses.
We have seen that of these three species the little grebe was not so happy
as the others, owing to his taste for little fishes being offensive to the fish-
breeder and preserver. When I first saw how this river was watched over by
the water-keepers, I came to the conclusion that very few or no dabchicks
would succeed in hatching any young. And none were hatched until August,
and then to my surprise I heard at one point the small, plaintive peep-peep
of the young birds crying to be fed. One little grebe, more cunning or more
fortunate than the others, had at last succeeded in bringing off her young;
and once out of their shells they were safe. But by-and-by the little
duckling-like sound was heard at another point, and then at another; and
this continued in September, until, by the middle of that month, you could
walk miles along the river, and before you left the sound of one little brood
hungrily crying to be fed behind you, the little peep-peep of another brood
would begin to be heard in advance of you.
Fishing-lessons About the habits of the little grebe, as about those of the
moor-hen, many curious and entertaining things have been
written; but what amused me most in these birds, when I watched them in
late September on the Itchen, was the skilful way in which the parent bird
taught her grown-up young ones to fish. At an early period the fishes given
to the downy young are very small, and are always well bruised in the beak
before the young bird is allowed to take it, however eager he may be to
seize it. Afterwards, when the young are more grown, the size of the fishes
is increased, and they are less and less bruised, although always killed.
Finally, the young has to be taught to catch for himself; and at first he does
not appear to have any aptitude for such a task, or any desire to acquire it.
He is tormented with hunger, and all he knows is that his parent can catch
fish for him, and his only desire is that she shall go on catching them as fast
as he can swallow them. And she catches him a fish, and gives it to him,
but, oh mockery! it was not really dead this time, and instantly falls into the
water and is lost! Not hopelessly lost, however, for down she goes like
lightning, and comes up in ten seconds with it again. And he takes and
drops it again, and looks stupid, and again she recovers and gives it to him.
How many hundreds of times, I wonder, must this lesson be repeated before
the young grebe finds out how to keep and to kill? Yet that is after all only
the beginning of his education. The main thing is that he must be taught to
dive after the fishes he lets fall, and he appears to have no inclination, no
intuitive impulse, to do such a thing. A small, quite dead fish must be given
him carelessly, so that it shall fall, and he must be taught to pick up a fallen
morsel from the surface; but from that first simple act to the swift plunge
and long chase after and capture of uninjured vigorous fishes, what an
immense distance there is! It is, however, probable that, after the first
reluctance of the young bird has been overcome, and a habit of diving after
escaped fishes acquired, he makes exceedingly rapid progress.
Swifts During the month of July the swift was the most
abundant and most constantly before us of all our Itchen-
valley birds. In the morning he was not there. We had the pigeons then, all
three species—ring-dove, stock-dove and turtle-dove—being abundant in
the woods on the opposite side of the valley, and from four o'clock to six
was the time of their morning concert, when the still air was filled with the
human-like musical sound of their multitudinous voices mingled in one
voice. An hour or two later, as the air grew warmer, the swifts would begin
to arrive to fly up and down the stream incessantly until dark, feasting on
the gnats and ephemeræ that swarmed over the water during those hot days
of late summer. Doubtless these birds come every day from all the towns,
villages, and farm-houses scattered over a very broad strip of country on
either side of the Itchen. Never had I seen swifts so numerous; looking
down on the valley from any point one had hundreds of birds in sight at
once, all swiftly flying up and down stream; but when the sight was kept
fixed on any one bird, it could be seen that he went but a short distance—
fifty to a hundred yards—then turned back. Thus each bird had a very
limited range, and probably each returned to his accustomed place or beat
every day.
These swifts are very much in the angler's way. Frequently they get
entangled in the line and are brought down, but are seldom injured. During
one day's fishing my friend here had three swifts to disengage from his line.
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