(142) about of baccharis and sage growing to a height of eight feet. One of the branches of the old oak was almost overhead. The sun was hot in the glade. There were many birds about. This is, therefore, the record of 20 minutes. Almost at once the Wren-Tits came to inspect me, winding their alarm clocks. One sat so close that I could have touched him if he had permitted. As it was I held a worm about 2 feet from him, but he refused it. During this time the Grosbeaks, Siskins, Bush-Tits, Lawrence Goldfinches, Purple Finches, Brown Towhees, one Hummingbird, one Western Flycatcher, Linnet, Thrashers, Vigor Wrens were in and out of the glade, some of them remaining there and moving about in it. The Siskin Grosbeaks and Goldfinches sang constantly. The Linnets and Purple Finches intermittently. I heard a long song like axRxp that of a Purple Finch in miniature even to an exact reproduction on a smaller scale of that peculiar phrase consisting of a series of downward sliding notes—five or six in number. I thought it must be some new phase of the Finch song, but, on locating the singer it proved to be a Lawrence Goldfinch. In addition to singing, the Grosbeaks, there being a pair of them, were talking to each other, and my hopes that they might build here—not yet realized—were further heightened when a beautiful, fully colored male suddenly appeared 8 feet dry from me and snipped off a baccharis twig. On seeing me, he opened his bill in astonishment, dropped the twig and retreated a few feet away into the bushes and talked it over with his mate. Perhaps they will nest here after all. The Siskins were exceedingly noisy and numerous. Meanwhile the thrashers were going to and from their nest, plainly carrying insects. My principal object in sitting in the glade was to see if these birds might be induced to include me in their foraging