15th I had brought me for inspection an immature Grey Phalarope (Phalaropus fulicarius), which had been shot on Coatham Sands, Kedcar, on Nov. 14th. This bird proved upon dissection to be a female. — Stanley Duncan (Redcar, Yorks).
Icelandic Names of Birds.—In the paper on my Icelandic journey (ante, pp. 401-419), the orthography of some of the Icelandic names of the birds is wrong, through no fault of mine, but, I presume, in consequence of the printers being unable to supply the proper letters. As an illustration, the Icelandic letter which looks somewhat like our P is a Th, with the result that the name of the Meadow-Pipit (Anthus pratensis) is not Pufutitlingur, but Thufutitlingur. For many years the name of the lake in the south of Iceland was printed in most English publications as "Pingvella"; its proper name is "Thingvetla."—F. Coburn (Holloway Head, Birmingham).
[New type would have been required to print the Icelandic letters, and, even if the printers had been prepared to supply the same, time would not have sufficed, Mr. Coburn being very anxious for his paper to appear in the November issue.—Ed.]
AVICULTURE.
Leadbeater's Cockatoo breeding in England.—By the kindness of a neighbour, who probably possesses one of the finest private collections of living Psittacidæ in this country, I was shown the other day three young Leadbeater's Cockatoos (Cacatua leadbeateri), which were hatched in the aviary last June. Two pairs of these birds are at liberty with many other species in a large outdoor aviary, constructed on the lines of the well-known aviary at the "Zoo," and one pair selected an old hollow elm stump as a nesting-place. The cavity is nearly a yard deep, and in June three young birds were brought out at intervals of two days. These are now fine healthy birds, quite as big as their parents, but, so far as I could see in the failing light of a November day, rather duller in colour. Their owner believes them to be the first of their species reared in Europe, and would, I am sure, be much interested to hear of any similar instance, if such is known to any of your readers.—Julian G. Tuck (Tostock Rectory, Bury St. Edmunds).
Storm Petrel in Confinement.—Seeing some rough fishermen gathered in a group upon the Fish Wharf at Great Yarmouth on Oct. 16th, I naturally drew up, and to my amusement heard an animated and quaint discussion upon a poor little Petrel (Procellaria pelagica), whose tiny head peered out of a pastry bag, the mouth of which was
