sters were plainly warm enough, as evidenced by their open mouths showing at the edge of the nest. Most of the time they appeared to sleep. At such times as I visited the nest, Brownie would not take food for them, nor did they ask for it. Several times during this period Nova came to the nest tree, without food, scrapping loudly if I was there, but B gave not the slightest heed to her presence, not even turning his head in her direction. He was also indifferent to me. At 3:50 she called from the old oak loudly (one of her rare syllabi- fications): Quit, quit, cricket, cricket. To this Brownie immediately replied (his first notice of her): Tor-peeto, tor-peeto, and left the nest; but when I went to it to see if there was any evident purpose back of all this roasting of the nestlings (other than the intention of giving them a good long sleep) B came back at once, very gentle and friendly, eating from the soft-food dish offer- ed him and watching interestedly while I gave each chick a small dose of moist soft food with the squirt gun. He then settled down on them again for another long stay, evidently satisfied that it was no longer necessary for him to carry out his original purpose in leaving, what- ever it may have been. At 7:40 P.M. I had an example of what appears, on the face of it, though such may not be the case, to be behavior entirely inconsistent with the foregoing. At that time the evening chill was approaching, yet neither adult was on the nest. Brownie was not in sight and Nova was off at some distance scrapping. I called and Brownie flew down from somewhere near the dormitory tree, giving me the impression that he had gone to roost. He was not anxious to get worms, but he finally did in a perfunctory manner and, in the same casual way, took them to the nest when he got good and ready. He repeated this in reluctant