outskirts of the party. I tossed him a worm, then Brown-eyes took him one, which he ate. She then gave him soft food, which he also ate; then another worm which he asked her for and then gave it to one of the young. I offered him soft food in my hand and he crept up saying something in a little squeaky voice that sounded like;"Meaning me?" He and Brownie both ate from my hand at the same time, but Greenie would continually ask her for food, even with a handful of it right under his chin which he was already eating. She always gave it to him. I can understand his actions only on the assumption that he is a very young bird. It will be recalled that he wanted me to feed him with the spatula when he was on the nest, which I did, just as if he were a baby bird. or vice versa. Now it develops that the young have his eye color. I could check this easily with all five birds within reach and myself the center of at- traction for the time being. I have not had a good opportunity to compare the scales on his feet with Brownie's. When all the other birds had left he still hung around me --contrary to his usual practise--and continued to eat from my hand, repeating still trilling his new phrase. Brownie, before leaving, started an excavation under one of my heels. One of the three youngsters has a curious habit of coming forward for food and then backing away slowly with his mouth open when it is offered him. Their vocabularies are increasing rapidly and one of them, I am sure, tried to sing this morning; anyway he assumed a singing posture, emitted a sort of warbling sound with corresponding throat movements. I think none of them left the glade today. If not, they are wandering less. I wonder how soon the parents will drive them out, if at all. At ten minutes to 8 P.M. the young ones had been all seen safely to their individual perches. One of them occupied the exact spot that was used last night. I suppose it was the same bird. The parents had just climbed up into a pine tree, but as I went under it to look