[7]A Jack-snipe picked up under the telegraph wires at Banbury in July, 1885, was (Mr. Aplin tells me) in an emaciated condition; possibly an injured bird unable to migrate.
[8]In May, 1886, I saw one in a pollard willow at the northern edge of the Parks, near the new boathouse.
[9]At Lulworth, in Dorset, when the berry-season begins, I have noticed that the blackbirds will congregate on the hedgerows in considerable numbers, and abandon for a time their skulking habits. This makes it often difficult to distinguish them at a distance from the Ring-ousels, which are there about the same time.
[10]I.e. for the Rasores, in Love’s Meinie; where are some of the most delightfully wilful thoughts about birds ever yet published.
[11]What this sense is may be guessed from Milton, Paradise Lost, Bk. v. 195—
‘Fountains, and ye that warble as ye flow
Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise.’
The word seems to express a kind of singing which is soft, continuous, and ‘legato.’
[12]Published by its author at 6 Tenterden Street, Hanover Square.
[13]The three species were the Wood-warbler, Phylloscopus sibilatrix (Bechst.), Willow-warbler, Ph. trochilus (Linn.), and Chiff-chaff, Ph. collybita (Viell.). Markwick declares that he could not distinguish the first of these from the other two.