C78 The Zoologist— April, 18(57. 



their plumage as they sit on the ledges of rock or dart out in little 

 flocks from the caves. 



Cornish Chough. — I saw one of these birds in company with a flock 

 of rooks on the shore of the Firth. He was flying down with them, in 

 a high wind, to the beach, and resembled them in action, flight and 

 size, being only distinguished from them by his long red bill. A friend 

 tells me that these birds still breed in considerable numbers on the 

 coast of South Wales. 



P. S. — Referring to Mr. W. Jeflery's notice of my remark on the 

 note of the sedge warbler (Zool. 9837), though I used the words "it 

 imilat€8,va quick succession the sparrow, thelark and the swallow," &c, 

 I meant rather that its warbling wan an imitation of these birds, not 

 that it mocked them as a mocking bird. I am inclined, too, to think 

 that these are the real notes of the bird, for it generally, so far as my 

 experience goes, commences and ends at one lime the same as at 

 another. 



W. Vincent Legge. 

 Shofcburjncss, February 12, 1867. 



Erratum. — There is an error of the printer's at Zool. S. S. (503, line 14: instead of 

 " laid tbe eggs in the bath," it should he '' on one side." — IF. V. L. 



Ornithological Notes from the County Dublin. From the Log of the 

 " Gray Gull." By Habry Blake-Knox, Esq. 



(Continued from Zool. S. S. 483.) 



September to the end of 18CG. 



Migration and Hybernation of the Corn Crake. — September 1. To- 

 day, while wailing in Dalkey Sound to shoot some great blackbacked 

 gulls, half a gale coining from the southward, 1 saw two herring gulls 

 feeding on ihe remains of a dead corn crake. On taking it into the 

 boat 1 found it quite fresh, and the lungs only devoured ; its body and 

 viscera were literally packed with fat of the whitest and hardest con- 

 dition, like what we find on our fine Christmas capons afler a good 

 night's frost in dear old jolly Christmas-week, dead of course, and 

 decked with holly in the butcher's stalls. How 1 ramble ! but then 

 1 am,a gray gull, and perhaps by one of my ferocious species, vagrants 

 always, was the poor corn crake struck down, or perhaps, becoming 

 exhausted in its autumnal rambles, was drowned : this latter point I 



