there. Moreover, on my part, I did not think the singer was one of "my" birds and did not expect anything to happen when I began calling. Also I had never heard Brown-eyes call "scrap" before. (10:35, raining! Making due allowance for shortness of memory in connection with weather matters, this is the rottenest May I have ever seen in California--bar none! Cold, windy and almost sunless). in contrast with previous years (The linnets are now here in "swarms" and there should eventually be many of their nests. Across the street to my south during the past few days they have appeared in flocks of about 20 to 40 apparently feeding in the weeds. This seems late for them to be in flocks, as I had supposed that they had paired off weeks, if not months, ago. However, this is one of our "unusual" Californian years and anything may happen). suddenly Yesterday Brown-eyes called from the nest in rich tones: "Hurry up, hurry up, going to stay all day?" This gives the approximate rhythm and inflection and, I believe, also conveys the meaning, for shortly after she was off duty again. 11:45 A thrasher singing in the canyon to the west. It isn't Brown-eyes as I have just seen her going into the nest and it isn't Green-eyes as he was digging in the berry patch while the csong was still heard. (The Lawrence finches fly to their nest with material, both together. The male sits above it and sings, the female goes into it and when finished, comes out and both fly off. So far the female is doing the work and the male is lending moral support with musical accompaniment. His song is easily distinguishable from that of Green-backed goldfinch, being lower in cpitch and of fuller volume. It also has some suggestion of linnet-like phrases. Julio, who can see all that goes on, on the csouth side of this pine, from the kitchen window twenty feet or x