JULY 



RETURNING to my own neighbourhood at 

 the end of June, I found on the 28th of 

 that month, in an unfrequented wood, a 

 small nest placed a foot and a half from the ground 

 in an open stunted bush. It was made of root- 

 fibres only, coarse without and fine within, and was 

 deep and slight, but well rounded. In spite of the 

 lateness of the season, it was evident that it had 

 only just been finished. Revisiting this nest on the 

 nth of July, I found that there were two eggs out, 

 and that the owner of it was a garden-warbler. 

 With bitter memories of the results of my woodland 

 photography at Beaumaris, I set my camera in 

 position, and, laying on thirty feet of tube, retired 

 behind a tree-trunk, whence I could watch the nest. 

 As the latter was placed only a little above the 

 ground, surrounded by thick undergrowth and 

 overshadowed by the dense foliage of high trees, 

 it seemed that I must inevitably incur the disastrous 

 results which had attended my work on the red- 

 start, willow-wren, and flycatcher in similar situa- 

 tions. But, warned by those experiences, I was now 



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