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" they had been going on before I came and how long they 

 " would have gone on if undisturbed by me, I do not know. 

 " However they did not return to the attack later, they may 

 " have thought I took the young at once as a Langur (probably 

 " I was a new sort of monkey to them) would have done. 



" They watched me while I was in the tree (I could not 

 " even in the tree, and the place well-marked, at first find 

 " the nest, the cutest I think I have come across, in thick ivy 

 " with ivy above) I did not see them again after coming down ; 

 *' though I watched for some time again both to identify the 

 " tree (I did not take the Tickells' young for some days and 

 " then only under the impression, till I caught the hen, that 

 " they were G. W. Ouzels, and there was certainh' a cock G.W. 

 " knocking about in the fight with the Redheads, likewise 

 " another Laughing Thrush — not identified at first sight — not 

 " unlike Black-throated Jay but smaller and an undoubted 

 "Thrush) and also to see whether , by any chance there was 

 " not another nest in the tree. I've often found birds seem to 

 " clump together and the tree was quite capable of holding 

 " another nest, unseen in spite of my having been over it 

 " pretty thoroughly. 



" I am sure this nest was a Tickell's, as I afterwards 

 " caught the old hen by using a sort of sieve trap with a j'oung 

 " one under it as a bait or rather decoy, even then so cautious 

 " were the old birds that they did not feed the young for five 

 " or six hours and I had to change the decoy several times to 

 " feed the poor little beasts. I never afterwards during my 

 " stay at Kajiar saw so many birds in one bit of jungle as I did 

 " the evening of that fight. Kajiar promised splendidly but 

 " did not come up to promise ; the fight occurred the evening 

 " of my arrival." 



I should say Capt. Perreau's notes were not penned for 

 publication, but for my private perusal, and I hope Capt. 

 P. will pardon my putting them almost as written, for I feared 

 to rob them of their piquancy by re-arrangement. 



THE CUTTHROAT x RED-HEADED FINCH HYBRID: 



As mentioned in our last issue, this nestling met with its death 

 by drowning; the accompanying photo will indicate that it 



