low on his twig and made butcher-bird sounds at me, then wandered off to a new place. When he at last stood firm enough to allow me to reach him with the squirt gun, he struck at it viciously, snarling nastily, but held his ground. The next attempt brought a similar reaction, though he did take some of the food. The third attempt excited less resistance, although he still snarled, looked angry and calm down. swallowed the food ungracefully. On the fourth and last attempt he met me more than half way and accepted the food with comfortable little titters. B watched all this and helped out with a few worms. I then looked up the gentle bird, Gentle, who has scarcely moved a foot for hours. This bird welcomes me with good will and seems without fear or resentment. 7:40 P.M. Brownie sang frequently all afternoon and was seldom altogether silent. Both fledglings moved from place to place, B in constant attendance. When last seen, about 6:30, B seemed to be leading them separately to roosting places in the upper garden. Once during the afternoon Cross-patch and Brownie came to cross purposes in an Escallonia bush where I could not see them or learn the cause. The youngster made a tremendous racket. He has relapsed into his former attitude toward me, and even B finds him difficult. Gentle. On the other hand, whenever I have located Gentle, he has lived up fully to his present designation, It was instructive to note that Brownie is not able to locate the young birds by sound alone. I found Gentle in a hedge where he could be seen only by getting the sky as a back-ground. He began to call. B approached and flew up into the tree above him looking for him. I called B down to the top of the hedge directly above the young bird who was still calling and handed him worms. B then tried to locate him, which he did only after running directly away from him several times, looking up into the tree, etc., finally seeing him. A strenuous day for B. Ground hard and dry.