west, although there was no sound coming from there. I called. Immediately there was an answering Scrip from a long way off, followed by a succession of them rapidly coming closer. There was no possibility of her seeing me, as the growth in between is almost of jungle character. Her course could be traced by her calls and the sound of moving branches and leaves, for when these birds decide to go any place in a hurry they keep things ir their immediate vicinity pretty well stirred up. On arriving at the base of the retaining wall she climbed up through a pine tree, came through the hedge without looking for the gateway and straight to my feet, scrapping excitedly. Even when sitting on my hand picking up worms she continued to scrip but gradually tapered off and clmed down, as she wanted all the worms there were and immediately. She managed to gather up and prepare ten or more and get them all nicely arranged at the same time cross-wise in her beak from "hinge" to tip; but it was a feat, accompanied by frequent dropping and picking up again and arranging the whole lot in parallel lines on the ground and then starting all over again, more than once. (If one does not think this is hard to do let him take a pair of tweezers and try to pick them wriggling worms up one at a time without dropping any and have them all neatly arranged parallel to each other and crosswise until there are ten of them). She still wanted more, but her bill was full, so she ran off down the road. I thought this should be enough for one feeding, so went into the house by the back door, but evidently pickings had been poor this morning, for as I looked out of the kitchen window, there she was looking for me. I surrendered and went out on the steps and she took all that I had left, running and flying to the nest. I went in and replenished my supply and without calling strode down toward the nest and then turned back to the house and up a path overhung by