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THE NATURALISTS’ JOURNAL. 
glabra; Limax maximus, and L. marginatus also occur within a 
radius of two miles of the above locality. Bulimus montanus 
abounds on the hills around Milton Clevedon. I am willing to 
give local shells for any information relating to the Molluscan 
Fauna of the county, principally that of South Somerset.—E. W. 
Swanton, Bratton St. Maur , Wincanton. 
THE BIRDS OF CAMBRIDGESHIRE. 
By Albert H. Waters, b.a. 
(Continued from page 68.) 
The Blackcap (Sylvia atricapilla) is a summer visitant, arriving 
in the beginning of May and leaving us early in September, but 
stray individuals have been seen in the winter, although rarely. 
I have not observed any particular variation in the plumage. 
The eggs are not constant to size and, as I find them, are of a 
pale reddish brown or flesh colour dappled with deeper brown 
and spotted with brown. I have never found here the variety 
with a pale greenish-white ground colour The Garden Warbler 
(Sylvia hortensis) also nests in this county. I see it here early 
in April gliding like a mouse among the bushes. It is very fond 
of building in thick bushes but sometimes chooses the thick 
growth of ivy which covers so many of the old walls about here. 
In the more open parts of the county it builds its loosely con¬ 
structed nest among the tall grass or in a rank bed of nettles. 
All the eggs I have found have been creamy white spotted with 
ash grey and olive brown. 
The White-throat (Sylvia cinerea) is a common summer visit¬ 
ant and this good friend of the gardener and the fruit grower 
flits about the orchards from about the second week in April till 
the falling autumn leaves warn it to depart. The Lesser White- 
throat (Sylvia curruca) is also a summer migrant and, like the 
Greater White-throat, nests here. 
The Nightingale (Daulias lucinias) visits the county in April 
and I have often heard its delicious music when out mothing at 
night; music which has made me think lightly of the petty jeal¬ 
ousies and ambitions of earth as I listened entranced to its soul- 
stirring warble. Strange it is that a little bird like this has such 
power to charm men’s minds; strange that such a wonderful 
flow of melody should proceed from one tiny throat! Sometimes 
I have been where tv^o or more of these kings of songsters have 
enthroned themselves, high up in the branches of neighbouring 
trees and have had an illustration of Coleridge’s well known 
lines : 
