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WILD NORWAY. 
flat on her nest on the low, mossy foreshore. She lay 
within five yards—indeed, almost directly beneath me. 
Hardly had I seen her than she was in motion, her 
great splay feet sending the two eggs spinning back¬ 
wards among the heather as she got on the wing. The 
nest was almost on the water s edge, which shoaled out 
far, and the Paradox gun cut the diver down very clean, 
with, luckily, only three pellets between eye and beak. 
This was a splendid bird, 8Jibs, in weight, in full 
nuptial dress, and I admired the lovely velvet-like 
BLACK-THROATED DIVER. 
(Full summer-plumage.) 
sheen and bold contrasts of her plumage—especially 
noticeable being the peculiar pale French grey (with a 
tinge of mauve) of the crown and occiput, the violet- 
purple iridescence of the throat, and the bas-relief bars 
of black and white on the sides of the neck. For the 
benefit of those who persist in “ mounting ” the Colymbi 
bolt upright, I may add that the feet, while fresh, 
would not bend forward beyond the line of the legs, 
nor, indeed, quite so far. The nest, a mere circle of 
moss, twenty-one inches across, with a few dead leaves 
