left. 12:30. I looked in at the glade several times during the forenoon and sat there for several minutes each time; but there was no sign of any of the first brood. Both Brownie and Greenie came to me fre- quently for worms at other points in the garden. I was trying to induce Brownie, about 15 minutes ago, to take pills of soft food to the nestlings instead of worms, when she chased, overtook and killed a small blue-bellied lizard about 3½ inches long. This she mangled on the ground and tried unsuccessfully to pick up the tail, which was wriggling about independently, at the same time that she held the body in her bill. It is strange that these birds with their powerful legs and feet will not even attempt to hold an object which they are breaking up, with their feet, but, as a result, throw it all about in random directions, sometimes to the distance of several feet. When the lizard was properly limp, Brownie started for the nest, Greenie, who wanted very much to get hold of it too, and I, joining the procession. It did not look possible for one small bird to swallow an object of this size, but it was done, nevertheless, while I watched from the ground. I then got a ladder and Brownie allowed me to feel all about underneath her, but there was no lizard. Twice this afternoon when one of the birds of the first edition was approaching me for food, Brownie appeared and drove it away fiercely and although she did not seem to strike them, they uttered cries of fear. They are afraid to enter the glade now and if one of them does it is very wary. On the relatively few occasions when I see them now, they do not appear to be afraid of me. Their parents appear to be the worst enemies of which they are aware. I saw but two of them all day, (7:15 P.M.). As I was talking to a visitor who was seated in an automobile near the oval lawn this afternoon, I was tracing a diagram on the palm of one hand with a finger of the other and Brownie, whom I had forgotten