Ting-tong, ting-tong, beautifully clear and glassy. After this the procession formed again and I went up to the nest (after B had picked up a twig and carried it up to a point near old nest No. 3 and been driven out by his mate) and B followed, began ex- amining its interior, only to fly out as G arrived. B doubled back and the action was repeated. I have not seen G actually overtake B at all, for if B stops, G also stops until B moves on again--which he usually does. At noon Brownie was becoming quite indifferent to Greenie's advances and began to stand his ground; warned her once or twice with a harsh hah, and pecked her once when she persisted. Both then came together for worms and B sat on my knee for several minutes even after he had finished eating, talking to his mate. B in nest. At 1:25, when I entered the glade, Brownie was sitting in the nest and Greenie was drying herself after a bath. She then went up to B and they talked a little, then both came down, but I had no worms for them, so G proceeded to sun herself, while B gathered a good load of fibre and took it to the nest. He was arranging it as I left. About 3:30, Brownie decided to add more fibre to the nest and worked quite industriously as long as I was there (until 4:15). Greenie carried up only one load. I went up to see how B placed it. At first he looked a little fierce, but when I handed him a worm, he resumed work. The loose ends are tucked in with the bill. When he went down for more material directly below me, gathered up some that I had previously placed on the platform, but which they had not used, and dropped it on his pack a few pieces at a time. This did not disturb him at all and he gathered them up as they fell, bring- ing them up to the nest. He knew where they came from, because, after the first lot, he looked up as if to see where they would fall.