Bird Notes, Part 1, v658
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(92) was not there, or rather, that had not been seen previously. It must be admitted, however, that Brown-eyes' performances at the present time are those usually attributed to the male thrasher and that Green-eyes is delegating all public per- formances, for the present at least, to his mate. Brown-eyes when off duty seems unusually active this morning, appearing at first one place and then another, [illegible] often at places where I have seldom seen her before and several hundred feet apart, digging, bathing, eating from my hand or perched on a high point sometimes singing and at other times apparently just looking at the scenery, which, from one of her vantage points, 10 to 50 miles away), is limited only by the horizon for perhaps an arc of half a circle. (A fourth nest this morning--not yet identified--about five feet from the ground--supported by pink Cherokee and Belle of Portugal roses in bloom and by a small branch of a Monterey Pine). (Later moved to be a Cat, Towhee) 3:10 P.M. Brown-eyes has had a long shift on the nest, I think several hours, for every time I have gone to the nest since about 11 this morning she has been on it. It seems to be the always the rule for these birds to face in opposite directions in the nest. About three o'clock I heard Green-eyes signalling that he was coming, so resolved to repeat the manoeuvre of this morning on change of shift, only with Brown-eyes in the nest. So I reached up to the nest (I can not see into it) and touched Brown-eyes on the back. Then on the head and, finally felt under her. She would not move although when I first put my hand on her she called gently, but this may have been in answer to Green-eyes who was at the time only a few feet away. She would not get off and as Green-eyes did not have the courage to carry out his intention of taking over as long as my hand