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localities. Several House Martins were picked up dead in exposed 
parts of the country, arising from hunger as Avell as cold. 
On the 4th of June, an adult Night Heron was seen by 
i^Ir. Cremer, at his pond at Boeston — as notable an event as 
the Snowy Owl. At Palgrave, near Hiss, my friend. Mi'. Binger, 
had his attention drawn to the note of the Wryneck, and on tracing 
the sound to an old Scotch Fir in the churchyard, he saw two 
of these birds, sitting one above the other, each on a short, broken, 
branch projecting from the trunk, and as they uttered their notes 
with a curious elongation and twisting of the neck, they seemed to 
lean hard against the bole of the tree ; and this they continued 
to do till ho was tired of watching them. 
A pair of Snow Buntings and a i>air of Bramblings both nested 
and had eggs in my aviary in June, but unfortunately no young 
were hatched, lii each case the male bird assumed the most 
perfect summer plumage. I also noticed for the first time in my 
experience, that a male Twite re-assumed the flame colour on the 
upper tail-coverts and a Lesser Bedpole the red on its forehead, 
which had been lost for a time, and is hardly ever re-assumed by 
such birds in confinement. 
On the 18th of Juno, this year, I heard the Cuckoo’s note .seven 
or eight times repeated, when sitting in my garden, on the 
Unthank’s Load, within a few minutes’ walk of the Market Place ; 
and a few days after I saw one on a fence, as close to the city 
as iVtount Pleasant Lane. 
Lesser Pedpoles and Goldfinches had nests and eggs in my 
aviary by the first week in July. House Martins did not appear, 
daily, in the streets, or on the roads outside the city, till about the 
loth, indicating a backward state of nesting operations. This 
summer I noticed that the face of a perfectly fresh jamb of 
gravelly soil, where a cutting had extended the Thorpe Station 
ground, near the Cromer lino of rails, was already thickly per- 
forated with Sand ^Martins’ holes, and these not very high up ; 
and at Bramerton Woods End, this summer, I saw Sand Martins 
busy at their nest-holes, in a narrow gravelly slope, near the river, 
all of which were w’ithin three and four feet of the ground. In a 
fresh cutting, near Wroxham Station, also, these birds nest 
very low down. 
An adult IMagpie, found dead on the 15th, and a young one 
