 About 1638 , as I walked London streets , I saw the picture of a strange looking fowle hung out upon a clothe and myselfe with one or two more in company went in to see it . It was kept in a chamber , and was a great fowle somewhat bigger than the largest Turkey cock , and so legged and footed , but stouter and thicker and of more erect shape , coloured before like the breast of a young cock fesan , and on the back of a dunn or dearc colour . The keeper called it a Dodo , and in the ende of a chymney in the chamber there lay a heape of large pebble stones , whereof hee gave it many in our sight , some as big as nutmegs , and the keeper told us that she eats them ( conducing to digestion ) , and though I remember not how far the keeper was questioned therein , yet I am confident that afterwards she cast them all again . 
