A Retrospect. 
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Another thint;- I liave promised myself is a specially con- 
structed aviary for Wliydahs and Weavers. It's s^oiiiL;- to have a 
nice big pond or if possible running- water, and there are going 
to be rushes, small and large, willows overhanging the pond, 
and all those things that Whydahs and Weavers want. 
So far my experience has been confined to the ]\ed-billed 
Weaver, a wonderful and indefatigable nest builder, a .d the 
Queen and Paradise Whydah. 
The Queen arrived after I had left home for war reasons 
and 1 regret that I never saw it. 
The Paradise, however, was a much more usual occur- 
ence, and the male at least generally inhabited my aviaries, and 
no bird attracted more attention from visitors than he did when 
in colour. 
He had a regular round, about four perches, and fr^m one 
of these he would dart to the second, and so on, never still for 
a moment and always his immense caudal appendage would fly 
behind, seemingly a reluctant participant in his mad flights. 
When, however, he changed into mufti, he would retire 
into his shell and no longer play the part of Beau Brummel 
in the aviary; it was as if he was vain and wishes the w. rid to 
see how beautiful he was; they certainly did, they had no 
option, he saw to that. 
To be co)itiiincd . 

Breeding of Hybrid Turtle Doves. 
By .S. Williams, F.Z.S. 
Last year, while paying a visit to one of the London 
bird-shops, I came across a cage containing four Doves. I 
' arskfed what kind'they were, but the man in charge knew nothing 
save that they were Turtle Doves. Athough I have a fair 
