(125) one of his "conspicuous" days when he is at the same time, bolder than usual. He had not eaten from hand for so long that I had begun to think that and had kept out of sight so much that I had begun to wonder if he had relapsed to his former wildness. He showed no hesitation in taking worms tossed for him and, after about the usual amount of coaxing, took them from my hand. I then turned my attention to the Wren-Tits who scold me now whether I am near their nest or not--even when I go near the cherry tree when they are rob- ing it. They frequently come as close as three feet or less from me when I am near the rose-covered fence and scold. I tried offering one a worm, which he looked at and was interested in, but would not take. While I was talking to him I became aware of a shadow at my elbow and there was Brown-eyes who had heard the talk and come to investigate. She wanted, and got, the worm and then jumped up into my hand, scraped away the bran by raking her bill across my palm with none too gentle strokes and ate the worms as fast as they were uncovered. I have not looked into the nest at all, so do not know what is in it; but one bird is in it all the time. Earlier in the day Brown-eyes took three worms up to it, but her mate did not take them from her. She took a long time in settling in the nest--perhaps half a minute--and seemed, from the movements of her rear end and tail, which was all I would see from below, to be poking around with her bill. May 12th At 7;30 A.M. Green-eyes was calling his "Scrip" call from the shrubbery across the street about 150 feet from the glade where I stood. I whistled and called and he answered with his full, rich song, somewhat to my surprise. He was answered by Brown-eyes in the nest in similar fashion.