BRONZE-WING PIGEON 13 
made westwards on my home track, through a belt 
of the primeval trees of that part, gigantic redgums 
interspersed with box, intruders these last from the 
north, with here and there a clump of prickly bursaria 
and an odd she-oak or two. Looking up into one 
of these, I lost all my fatigue in an instant as I beheld 
a good-sized bird, a stranger as I thought, sitting 
on a slight platform of small sticks. A yellowish 
spot on her forehead showed more distinctly the 
nearer I climbed ; then off she went with clattering 
flap of wings, and I recognised the Bronze-wing 
Pigeon. In the nest were a tiny young bird and an 
egg, the latter addled ; a circumstance which pleased 
me more than it had the bird, no doubt. 
In these days the Bronze-wing is no rarity, thanks 
to a proper respect for the game laws. In the thick 
plantations on the lower slopes of Flinders Peak, as 
well as in the clumps of wild cherry which dot the 
boulder-strewn hillside, there is just such cover as 
pigeons love, and they abound there. So also do 
they in all parts of the district where well-wooded 
and comparatively secluded spots yet remain. Where- 
ever they are found, they will breed if let alone, 
laying two pure white eggs on a flat structure of 
light sticks. Near Lethbridge, in 1906, Mr. Hugh 
Riordan found a nest with two eggs built on top of 
an old Babbler's nest. Several nests are built each 
year at the Dog Rocks ; another home is the wood- 
land about Ocean Grove and Drysdale. They lay 
in all months from August to December. Their 
