(107) in poor shape when planted and never amounted to anything). At 10:55 Brown-eyes was up in the nest, working on it. A lot of has progress hxxbeen made in the last hour. She came down quickly for food and, when finished, gathered up a good sheaf of fibre from the old nest and carried it up to the new one. They have old tuning used up a large part of this already. I noticed this time that into using in the piece of rope fibre which I tricked Green-eyes just now the original nest was rejected by Brown-eyes who selected soap- root from the same pile by preference. It has a faint, tarry odor and this may be objectionable. So far, since Green-eyes, as it now seems, gave his approval to the selection of site, I myself have not seen him actually work on this nest, although he has fumbled around with material on the ground. However, I was away most of yesterday. 12:20. Brown-eyes was on the oval lawn as I passed through the court above the lily pool, about 50 feet away and ten feet higher. For some reason I have never been able to get her to come up to this place by calling, although she occasionally comes to bathe in the bird-bath here. To get here she has to cross quite a bit of open space, then through ferns, azaleas, rhododendrons, etc., unless she flies. However, I tried again, crouching on the ground behind a Breath-of-Heaven, where she could not see me, except from the lawn, xandxme First she ran about the lawn quite excited, then across the road, through the shrubbery, around the rocks at the pool, and until she reached a path leading to where I crouched, ate all of my worms, picked up an almost in- visible filament of something and trotted off down the pathway about 150 toward the nest 150 feet away. At 12:20 Green-eyes, in the glade, was quite willing to consider the matter of food, but having assured himself that I had no worms in my hand, his partner having eaten them all a few minutes