no coat or waistcoat. Brown-eyes, coming through the fence and standing in the dense shade, stared at me a few moments. In the brilliant sun I must have looked like a search light, but she trotted over to me and ate peacably. April 3rd. At 8:15 this morning both birds were so busy carrying kimi soap-root fibre into the nest that neither would look at my offerings, although, in order to get through the fence by the shortest route to the nest they had to pass within a few feet of me. It is curious how far these birds will run along the ground to reach a definite objective instead of flying. Green-eyes appears to have forgotten all about the spook in the hole in the bank. (A Purple Finch was singing loudly about 6 o'clock in an oak by [illegible] my sleeping porch. While I was trying to find it, it came out of the mass of foliage and sat facing me in the open about six feet away, continuing its song. I could look directly down its throat. This bird had no red on it all. (I wonder who named them "purple"). An hour later Brown-eyes needed no urging to come and eat. The nest must be practically finished as the last fibre carried into it was an almost invisible thread. According to precedent they should begin to "think" in it very soon. In a horizontal line it is about three feet from the sidewalk and about 7 feet higher. Automobiles pass within about 20 feet of it. 10:00 I opened the remaining two eggs in the old nest. They were in the same condition as the first one. There was no offensive odor. Evidently all of them were just plain duds. April 4th. At 8:30 Brown-eyes after eating, attacked a soap root bulb savagely tearing off the fibre in sheets, but took only three very fine threads up to the nest, where she was