about this sudden moulting of mine, but not at all nervous. I go down to the nest, thinking that, although she has just left it, perhaps being fed up with worms and soft food she may take some of it there; but she [illegible] does not appear. On returning to the glade, I find her on the south side polishing her beak on a small log and after coming for some more food, all of which she swallows, utters a few loud calls and goes [illegible] through the fence to the nest. By the time I get there she is all settled in it and I do not disturb her. At 1:48 Brown-eyes was near the old nest. I gave her a good feed, letting her have the freedom of the worm box of which she took full advantage. She then stepped into the bushes, but, as she [illegible] gave no call, I took it as a sign that she did not intend to go to the nest. To verify this I went to it myself and stood along side of it calling. No response at all. I stood there until 2 o'clock, picking seed vessels off of the Fremonia so that passers by in the street and on the sidewalk 3 feet from me would not suspect me of being half-witted, and then left. I had not gone 25 feet when Green-eyes in the nest, called loudly. I would like to think that he yearned for my return, however, naturally it was his mate that he wanted to come and relieve him, so I went back to see [illegible] if the young bird had succeeded in getting all of the way out of the shell--and incidentally to make sure absolutely sure that, after nearly two months watching there really was a young bird there and that I was not the victim of a hallucination this morning. Sure enough, as Green-eyes stepped out, I felt two whole eggs and one whole bird before Brown-eyes stepped in disregarding me in her usual calm manner. Even the empty shell had disappeared. The miracle has happened! I am as proud as if I had laid the eggs myself! Anyway I am