January 23, 1946, East Moreland, Portland Thousands of Blackpates, Mallards, and Gulls. A few Pintails, male and female, and Crows, a couple of Coots and one bird that was the size and shape of a Guinea Hen, at at a distance it looked black. And it was feeding on the puddled grass with the dicks at 10 a.m., and was there at 3:50 p.m. when we returned. It rained and drizzled all day, and this bird stayed right out in it. January 25, 1946, Woodburn, Payzants, 2-4 p.m. Male Pheasants, Wilson Snipe, Sharp-shinned Hawk, Song Sparrows, many robins, Seattle Wrens, White-breasted Nuthatch, and Juncos. Feeding on flooded land in Hughe's Bottom near Butte Creek were several 100 Short-billed Gulls, mostly immatures. Adults had yellow-green bill and feet. Tail white, mantle light pearl gray, rest of body white. Gray-brown body on immatures. January 27, 1946, Woodburn. The past few nights I have heard the melodious and hollow "bouncing-ball" call notes of the Brewster's Screech Owl (Otus asio brewsteri) in the trees by Gills and Klamps yard. February 1, 1946 - Woodburn, Oregon. The past few days I have seen an immature NW Red-breasted Sapsucker working the trunk of a black walnut tree down the street. Always the same tree and the same part of the bark. Quite interesting, because one day he'll be there in the a.m. and next time in the p.m. February 13, 1946 - Albany-Corvallis, 11 a.m. Saw an adult Red-tailed Hawk circling at 80-100 feet above a fence row and all of a sudden plummet earthward with folded wings, but at a checked speed. It pulled out at fence top level and did not go to the ground after any animal, but lit on a fence post instead; The bus was going too fast to see what happened next. February 15, 1946 - Woodburn, Oregon 1930 PST I rode the bike around Gill's block to triangulate the location of the Brewster's Screech Owl, giving its call periodically. I deduced it must be in an apple tree behind Gill's house so took the flashlight and went to see. I made lots of noise breaking twigs, etc., but it still called. I saw its form against the sky in the upper limbs of the tree. The full moon was out, making things very bright and easily seen. I put the light on it, but it wasn't bothered. It went on calling. It's eyes shown a deep reddish pink in the light. It turned its head occasionally and while it looked the other way I "squeeked like a mouse" and it was comical to see it jerk around all of a sudden ! It almost lost its balance on the limb. The bird was quite light gray and tan below. I could not see the back. The head seemed light also. I went elsewhere on my bike for 15 minutes and when I had returned it had flown to a pine tree a block away. I heard it so rode over and spotted it agina with the flashlight. It continued to give its call. Alll evidence points to it being a male, for books say females are a reddish-brown, much darker. The males being grayish colored. Feb. 18, 1946 Woodburn to Salem and return. I noticed a great many Sparrow Hawks perched on the poles and wire lines all the way. They have been pretty scarce most of the winter, that is, up to now. Tonight our Screech owl really went to town outside. It hardly paused in its tremelos tonight. This persisted for several hours. February 25, 1946 - Woodburn, Oregon 2 p.m. It has been raining all day and just a while ago we had a near cloudburst for a minute or so, and as soon as it past our back yard was full of birds - Juncos, Song Sparrows, Robins, Engi. Sp., Flicker, Nuthatch, NW Goldfinch, Winter Wren, and 8 Varied Thrush (in varying stages of maturity. The most I have been at one time this winter has been just 2 before, but here were 8 and all feeding on the ground - after flooded insects, and worms, I presume.