A P<i// ()// lite Fdnics in .\ii(fii,s(. ;',;>,;) 



Etce'IF.kas: Cape Doves, ^'il■y■illi;lu and lled-cresloil ('.iiiliiial aiul 

 Glossy Starlings. 



Thickets of i)raii('lics supplied al);iii(laiit eoN-er, and 

 lu'rehiui;' aeeoniniodat inn : while almost all sorts of !iestiii.g 

 receptacles were suspended from the roof, hung upon the walls 

 or fastened amid the b;anche3. The 7nenii consisted of canary, 

 white and Indian Millet, millet sprays, mixed seeds, insecttile 

 mixture, milk sop, fruit, and greenfood, so that the needs of 

 all were fully met and the demeanour and general fitness of 

 the birds were abundant proof 01" the care and attention ihey 

 continually received, and a sufficient reward foi- it. Alueh 

 more might be profitably written, but space for])i(ls. 



A Day on the Faicnes in August. 



By F. Dawson -Smith. 



I have always felt a great desire to visit a large bird 

 colony, and in August this year I persuaded a friend to join 

 me in an exploring expedition to the Fames, off the North- 

 umberland coast, believing this to be one of the finest resorts 

 of sea-birds to be found in the British Isles. 



Obviously the first matter to arrange was — how to 

 get there. After prolonged discussion we decided that a 

 motor-bike and side-car was a pleasant and convenient mode 

 of transit. We started on our adventures on August 5111, 

 from the South Midlands, my friend acting as chauffeur, and 

 I packed (literally) in the side-car, which I occupied in com- 

 mon with all our travelling impedimenta. Naturally our per- 

 sonal luggage was of trifling moment, but we had to carry 

 our tent and camping outfit, chief among which was our photo- 

 graphic paraphernalia. This meant careful consideration .in 

 packing, having to utilize a minimum 61 space with a minimum 

 of packages. I Avas jammed into my seat nursing a camera, 

 with sundry hard i)arcels finding my joints, and a can of petrol 

 between my feet; and feeling that nothing short of an earth- 

 quake could dislodge me! However, these were trifles when 

 one set forth in search of adventure. The first day's run of 

 210 miles was not particularly interesting, but we reached 

 Darlington which was well on the way to our destination. 

 The next day we passed through Durham, where we stayed 



