he finally climbed up and took over--three eggs and no young. Brown-eyes dropped down into the glade and immediately began to show interest in me; looking up and calling softly. I showed her a worm and she crouched once or twice as if to fly up to me-- about 10 feet to my hand--but did not do so. So I climbed down and she ran up to me as friendly as ever. Three minutes before she was as remote in spirit and as cold as the Arctic regions. Now she was all friendliness and confidence, ignoring the open box of soft food beside my hand, choosing to eat from the smaller supply in the latter. I have noticed that she will often take one mouthful from the box first and then turn to eat out of hand thereafter, paying no further attention to the box. I suppose this is not be- cause of any fondness for me, but because eating from hand is the established routine. On the next change of shift, or rather: about as the next change was due, I fed Brown-eyes liberally to see if that would have any effect on her attitude toward worms when she reached the nest. However the moment she climbed in, she lost all interest in worms and ignored one which I thrust against her bill. At about 4 o'clock there was another change of shift, B.E. coming off duty. Still three eggs. March 22nd. At 8:20 P.M. Brown-eyes who had just been having a hearty meal of soft food and meal worms on the ground in the glade, ex- changed places with her mate. There were still three eggs in the nest. As I was about to turn one of them over with the tip of a finger, Brown-eyes settled on eggs, finger and all with perfect calmness. At 11:40 Brown-eyes on the nest, Gre n-eyes appeared shortly in the glade. By giving him plenty of worms I hoped to induce him to take over the job of incubation. Soon he began to chirp softly