(75) down to earth both figuratively and literally and were as placid as cows. Brown Both came through the regular passage- way when they heard me and,even before I displayed any food, Brown-eyes was up on the wall beside me waiting for it. (In the last few days a wave of irresponsibility has swept over the creatures here. One of the Bull-frogs in the pool, yesterday caught a large gold-fish right before my eyes, but could not hold him. His companion was up on the rocks above the pool, stalking a Song Sparrow. There can be no doubt of his intentions. When I went out at 7:30 Julio (Holio) was watching the thrashers and averred that they had just chased a rabbit (very plentiful here) out of the brush. Still earlier, the quail were walking in pairs on top of the roof and searching for nesting sites among the azaleas(now in full bloom)in the garden below. One male was uttering his single-noted guardian call:"Kah". Yesterday a lizard challenged Brown-eyes--18 inches away, but looking at him without interest--by flattening himself in a vertical plane, doing setting up exercises and making a pouch of his throat. When he finally scuttled away, she merely stretched herself upward and watched him run without offering to follow. The Plain Titmouse was "laying carpets" in his house( Tapping inside to loosen shreds of wood--a standard performance). The Gold-fish were spawning in the roots of the Water Hyacinth. I tossed a water-dog [illegible] (Newt, Salamander) and they chased it, but it escaped). Lining the nest has been the order of the day with the essential thrashers. A warm day, 80 in the shade. It seems to make no difference to them what clothes I wear; when I offer them food. Today, working in the shop and the garden I wore white duck trousers (more than 30 years old!), white shirt and