rived opposite the glade, where he entered the chaparral, still scrapping. I went into the glade and he soon entered, friendly and hungry. It was not until I could get the direct sun on his eyes that I could identify him positively, as he is now just about as shabby as his mate. I wondered if he and Brownie, who was not in evidence, had been out of bounds assisting Snooty in an involuntary departure to more remote regions, because Snooty could not be seen either. When I went back by the oval lawn, however, Snooty came out from the bushes there, taking worms from my hand. He is now a pretty sophisticated bird and keeps a wary eye on his surroundings. His head looks flatter than either of his parents'. His eyes are still the same as Greenie's in color, but he keeps them open wider most of the time. A good plan just now. 10:50 A.M. At 10:20 I entered the glade and sat down. In about a minute the missing Brownie was out of the bushes and sitting on my left ankle where it rested on my right knee. She sat there while I handed her one worm at a time, gradually edging up toward my left knee, patiently waiting for me to dig each worm out of the bran instead of scraping them out herself as she likes to do. She dropped to the ground beneath, where I could see her only by leaning over and looking directly down on her back. She stood there seeming to be listening to the "kut-kut-ka-dah-kut" of a distant hen, when it suddenly dawned upon me that she was the singer, and so she was. In the half hour or so that she hung around me she used this phrase, usually only the "ka-dah" part, frequently, evidently being much taken with this new accomplishment for the time being. She also introduced an almost exact imitation of Mrs. Edwards' whistle to the dog that accompanies her in her walks about vicinity. There are no chickens in this vicinity as far as I know, though I have sometimes heard a cock crow in the distance. Perhaps Brownie