2 mi. W. of Elk Grove, at Sea level, Humboldt Co., Calif. June 13, 1946 redwood. I finally reached the crest of a long ridge, and started down. The loggers had really stripped this slope, and shattered trees were strewn as far as the eye could see. The caterpillar tractors had churned the earth wherever they had gone. The road eventually led into a dairy, known as the Davison Dairy. I talked at some length to the owner, Mr. Davison. He told me that he had killed two Murrelets in his barnyard "about 10 or 15 years ago." They were unable to fly. He had heard them speaking as they flew overhead, and had heard them every year at least as far back as the time when he had killed the two in his barnyard. He knew that the rest of this bird had never been discovered. When I asked him if the egg-collectors from Eureka had been out here looking for Murrelet nests, he said that they had, and mentioned in particular a Mr. Felig (if?). He told me that we were camped by the Union Gold Bluff Mine at Lower Gold Bluff, but that at the Old Pioneer Mine, at upper Gold Bluff, some 5 mi. North of us, he had seen the Murrelets fly out of the red-woods behind the beach, skimming along a few feet above the ground on their way out to sea. He told me that there were Blue Ground