there climbed up 20 feet in and oak on the edge of the 20 foot bluff bounding the property on the east along Park Boulevard in Dimond Canyon. 10:53 At 10:53, R still in the tree with the lizard, Circe called, using the coo, coo, etc. song for the first time heard here. It came from the east and was faint. R paid no attention to it. 10:55 Circe suddenly landed in front of me 50 feet down the slope, coming from "nowhere". R hrooed softly and sailed down to her, both vanishing into the chaparral outside the fence, going north. 11:00 Rhody emerged from the northern edge of the chaparral still carrying the lizard, in the open to the next patch of brush. C was not seen, though she had undoubtedly preceded him. 11:02 R went up into the same dead baccharis bush where he was located on the 12th. and from which he commands a wide view, hrooing softly. 11:03 He comes down, goes to the edge of the brush, bows his head, hrooes softly, wags his tail rapidly back and forth sideways, then goes in. An Anna hummer watches him closely. 11:06 He comes out the other side (northern) 100 feet away, wagging tail and hrooing and trotting toward a clump of oaks, with lizard. 11:07. Skirts the chaparral, climbs an oak. He and Circe are together in the tree by the time I get there and the lizard is gone. I walk up in the open to within 20 feet of Circe, who is in plain sight without even a leaf between us. She does not seem disturbed in the least; neither does R. 11:10 Circe preens, disregarding my presence; she looks just like R. R does exactly nothing. 11:11 Circe drops to the ground and walks slowly into the dense growth, to the east about 50 feet on the edge of the bluff, here about 30 or 40 (?) feet high and substantially perpendicular. The edge of this bluff is constantly breaking off and carrying the trees and brush which grow on the edge down into the street. 11:14 I approach R within 10 feet. He hrooes softly. I wait, thinking that if there is a nest, he will show me where it is if I remain still. 11:18 R "rattleboos" loudly, follows course taken by C. I wait several minutes, then enter the almost impenetrable thicket of baccharis, sage, mimulus and poison oak from the north, as near the edge of the bluff as seems safe, in view of its caving habit. When I think I am near where the birds "ought" to be I wait. 11:28 R hrooes, apparently about 10 or 12 feet from me, south, on the edge of the bank. The brush is too thick to see anything inside its margin. I come out, reenter west side and approach edge of bluff, stopping when I think R is probably within ten feet or so. 11:37 R hrooes softly; I seem almost on top of him, but can see nothing. By sighting along the ground under the bushes I at last see him lying down comfortably in the sun looking over the edge of the bluff down into the canyon. If I had a stick I could poke him with it. He pays no attention to me at all. There are good nesting places all about, but no signs of a nest. (Except a bush-tit's overhead). By going back and around again to the point from which I entered at the north, I can approach him nearer and determine whether the mass of dead twigs on which he is lying is a nest or not. I do this, making plenty of noise, but not disturbing him. When I get as close to him as I dare (on account of the soft edge) I toss him a worm which he catches expertly and forgets all about Circe (who is not to be seen). I toss more worms where he will have to stand up if he wants to catch them on the fly. This works: it is not a nest. When I retreat, he follows me out like a lamb and sits on a limb 5 or 6 feet off, hoping for more worms; but they are all gone. He resumes his watch over the canyon as I leave. + Feb. 15th, 1936. This place has just slid down, trees and all!