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away pine is largely mingled, and where this is so the latter 
appears to be preferred. The nests were at heights from the 
ground varying from three to fifteen feet, and the most common 
number of eggs four, though some had six, and one seven; this last 
an extraordinary number. One nest was by itself in a low willow 
bush in the middle of the marsh. 
Song Thrush. T'urdus musicus.—A single nest was taken near 
Dombaas, June 10th, containing five eggs, hard sat. It was low 
down in a young pine. 
Redwing. Turdus iliacus.—We saw very few of this species 
till we found them nesting on the Dovre, and even then they were 
in no great numbers. The first nest was discovered May 380th, was 
low down ina small pine, and contained two eggs. The nests 
are generally very near the ground; one taken near Jerkin on 
June 11th was quite so, under a small bush, and contained two 
young birds and two unhatched eggs; another near Fokstuen, 
June 7th, was on a stump close to the ground under a bush, and 
had two eggs, whilst a third, on the same day, was in a young 
birch, one foot from the ground, with six eggs, about ten days 
sat. I shot the hen from a nest containing three eggs, which was 
eight feet high in a birch, a very unusual position; this was on 
June 4th. The Redwing is very shy and hard to approach, except 
when it has young; then it is bold enough, and both parents will 
hop, and flit, and chatter round you as anxious as any birds need 
be. It would take an old hand to separate a mixed lot of Field- 
fares’, Redwings’, and Blackbirds’ nests; they appear to be 
constructed of exactly the same materials, and to be of the same 
shape and size. 
Ring Ouzel. Turdus torqualus.—A male was seen June 8th, in a 
gully through which a brook ran, near Fokstuen. 
Red-spotted Bluethroat. Cyanecula suecica.—This bonny little 
warbler was fairly numerous at Fokstuen, there not being so many 
at Jerkin, and its sweet and varied song was to be heard every day 
as we wandered about among the bushes on the edge of the 
marshes, the performer perched on the highest twig it could find. 
We were only lucky enough to find one nest, and that quite by 
chance. We saw it when building, and thought it was a Titlark’s, 
but accidentally looking at it as we passed a few days after were 
agreeably surprised to find two of the well-known eggs of the 
Blue-throat in. It was deep, and made of dried grass, lined with 
