ning to think they might be gone for good. Both were very friendly, especially No.1, and very hungry. Brownie then appeared rather quietly and immediately ran over one of the youngsters, aiming what I think was a feint blow at it in passing. The other took refuge between my arm and my hip as I sat on the ground braced by one hand. From this point of refuge it glared at its mother with open beak, both young ones turning to face her like weather-cocks wherever she went. She ceased her attacks and pecked about in the vicinity, occasionally at the young birds as they were again taking food from me, without showing further hostility, so I do not think that the matter of jealousy enters into the picture. Oh invitation, she jumped up on to my hand, taking all the worms she wanted for herself, the young birds going behind me while she was there, and then went to digging about 10 feet away. The third young bird came from some place or other and ate from the dish at my side. Brownie paid no further attention to any of them and they gradually dispersed. No. 1, remained however, for a few minutes to climb up on me without invitation, exploring and pecking with its sharp bill. While it was directly under my eyes, I noticed something about the size of a house-fly on its back, with wings like a fly, but the general tone was almost exactly that of the bird's feathers. It was flatter than a common fly and looked rather like a tick--but with wings. As I watched, it crawled under the bird's feathers and disappeared, coming out again at another point and then crawled under again. I looked for signs of distress on the part of the bird, but there were none as long as it stayed with me. 2:30. As I entered the glade all three young came of of the bushes for food, and then Brownie. She ran at one of them, stopping short when it made ready to defend itself. She then came to me and did not molest any of the young further for the few minutes I was there, nor