and returned to the fir branch and at last the young bird succeeded in swallowing it. The father swept the flud down stream and the young bird after a few moments left the fir branch and clambered into the steep slippery wet rocks which formed the bank and walked about on it with apparent case. Finally it gave a call and flew down stream. I followed but could not find it again. When I returned I looked at the same thruphere I first saw the male and he was there preening his feathers. Hermit Thrush singing late p.m. June 9. Boulder Creek. At 1:30 p.m. I heard the Chyels and found them in nearly the same place. There were three together, father, mother and one young bird. They went into the shallow cave and later up stream to the very deep pool where the flume once emptied. The father found a twig against the perpendicular mass covered rock where he preened his feathers while the mother fed the young bird near by. Most of the food was taken from the shelving rock which was very wet and was taken easily by the infant. I heard the Tanager several times and twice the Black throated Grey Warbler gave a series of songs. In the trees across the roadway I disturbed a Spotted Turkee which, sequatonceld. First the mate joined in, then a Riv. Thrush, then a Churchadow, male Grosbeak and quico.