(178) It is fascinating to watch at such close range too birds like these acting perfectly naturally, andxfully at ease and perfectly free. Their conscious acts are very gentle, although they do not mind stepping on each other and teir young without looking to see where they put their feet. The young squeal at them if they are too much put out, but they endure almost any amount of physical discomfort unintentionally imposed upon each other for surprisingly long periods, i.e., say, half a minute, without protest and or struggle. I suppose birds, technically, have no faces and therefore, no expressions, although facial expressions. However, I know of nothing more wooden looking than the expression these birds can assume at the nest when they "feel that way", and on the other hand they can look positively benevolent, intelligent, interested, curious etc. About 7 I made a round of the garden, passing by the thrasher nest, noting that the birds must be outforaging and were not in sight anywhere. I tenterd the small walled yard of my shop, wondering if Brown-eyes had gone there to look for me. As I was about to enter the shop, there was a rustling in a small oak overhanging the wall and Brown-eyes, whom I had not called in any way, peered out at me through the leaves and as I was passing the empty cage in which we had confined Mr. Brock's orioles for about a week before liberating them, she dropped down upon it to get worms from me. These she took to the nest. I went into the shop and sat down in tm a chair placed abut ten feet inside the door and awaited events. Soon she appeared sitting on the door, which opens outwards, peering in at me under the Boston ivy (Ampelopsis Veitchii) which frames the doorway, then coming into the shop, jumping up into my hand and taking another lot of worms. About 7:30 I was cutting off old roses in another part of the grounds entirely, when I heard her call nearby, and there she was in the road