THE BLUE-THROATED WARBLER 15 
its brilliant ultramarine-blue gorget fringed with 
a rust-red band. It had been for some minutes 
feeding and moving about in the bush and on the 
ground, and yet, during the whole of that time, 
it had never once turned right head on, and that 
which was my first experience is, one finds, a quite 
usual peculiarity. It always seems to give you 
a back view, and from that view you might be 
justified in thinking it was a Redstart, as it has 
the same habit of flitting its tail up and down, 
and showing the very orange-red under - parts. 
Whether it was an accidental visitation I do not 
know, but early in the year 1908 the gardens of 
the old Luxor Hotel were full of Bluethroats—as 
soon, pretty well, as you passed one you came on 
another. The little water-channels running about 
these well-kept grounds seemed to be the point of 
attraction, as they were busily hopping about and 
sometimes into them, and splashing merrily—hardly 
serious washing, but a sort of childlike abandon of 
pleasure in pleasant surroundings; but even with 
so many visible, and seen under such familiar 
conditions, it was astonishing how seldom any gave 
one a front face view. There is a point of great 
interest in the two races of Bluethroat, one 
having a red, the other a white spot on the blue 
