He is also the most graceful of the lot, the lightest on his feet and most alert. He carries his tail tilted up like a wren's when coming to me, with head high, neck arched, tail feathers slightly spread and forming a graceful bow longitudinally. He is most like Greenie of the three, very independent and dandified. I do not know which one is the singer, as I have not heard and seen this act for a day or so. I have the impression that it "ought" to be this one, but it is only a feeling in my bones without substantial reason to back it. June 22nd. At 7:20 A.M. all the young birds came to me from the bushes with No.1 in the lead, the others following in the order of the pre- ceding paragraph. No.1 did not care for soft food at first, but it did not bite the stick and was soon glad to have me poke food down its throat; after which I rewarded it with worms. When these were withheld if fell to digging between my fingers and in the earth beneath. Brownie finally came and took over the job. At 8:30 as I was strolling near the glade, one of the little fellows espied me and ran out to me. I gave him a worm or two and he was soon joined by his nestmates. Brownie then appeared from nowhere and after that it was impossible for me to hand a worm to any of the young birds, no matter how close, for Brownie would invariably intercept it herself and decide to which one it should be given. As No.1 stood alongside me I tested his tameness by placing a finger under his breast, and pressing firmly upward to see if he would step up on it as young birds often will. He would not step up, although not frightened, as he did not retreat, but as the pressure of his feet on the ground lessened, danced around a little and talked. I feel certain that when these youngsters do not perform the acts I wish them to, it is not on account of fear, but either lack of incentive or of understanding. By acts I do not mean tricks, as merely wish to have them friendly and without fear of me, so that they will stay