Experience with a Golden-crowned Kinglet. About noon Mrs. Scamell and I were exchanging comments across the street in country fashion when a bird struck the window behind her and fell to the porch, I went over and found that it was a golden-crowned kingly, gasping laboriously with opening and closing bill. It was brought home and placed in a small cage, where it was just able to stand shakily with depressed bill and labored breathing. In about an hour it had tucked its head under its feathers and was not breathing with so much difficulty. An hour or so later I found it had been able to fly up to the only perch in the cage and was resting quietly, head tucked in as before. When I touched it gently it withdrew its head, saw me and twittered, but showed no fear. It was left undisturbed for another hour or so. When it again was aroused from its sleeping posture with a touch, a stalk of ivy on which aphides were gathered was held up to it and it instantly began to pick off the insects one at a time, absolutely without show of fear. When I touched its feet it transferred to my hand and continued to eat. It was now bright and cheerful in appearance seemed to recognize me as the source of the food supply. When it returned to its perch, working from the outside (as the cage was small) I transferred bird and perch together outside without frightening it. It continued to sit there and peck hungrily at small speck on the perch and on my hands. We were now fully in the open and after a few minutes (presumably actuated by desire for more food, as my supply was exhausted--certainly it was not afraid in the least) it flew up into the branches of an oak overhead and began to forage vigorously and getting results. There it was left, apparently restored to normal. wild I had never seen a bird in possession of all its faculties--as this bird apparently was--show such complete absence of any fear reactions,when being handled by a human being for the first time, Rhody slept in No.l. October 25th. No early thrasher song at all was heard. At 8 A.M. (bright, clear, calm, 63°) Rhody was discovered sitting quietly in tree 9 (Map, p. 1313A) on the west lot: a strange place for him to be at that time of day. On being spoken to, he dropped to the ground promptly, came to the fence, flew over and trotted along behind me to get his mouse (a large one) at the tool house. At 9 A.M. (66°) he was seen putting on a show inside the north fence apparently for the benefit of the flock of quail there. He then went to his second choice optimum tree to rest and look down at the quail. Shortly after I left him there, frantic alarm notes were heard from the quail and the explosion of their wings. I rushed over there quickly, because if Rhody were responsible for the turmoil it would have been a new manifestation by him. I found him still in his tree, but crouched low in watchful, semi-frozen attitude He too was alarmed. It was a hawk raid. I had not seen the hawk, but Julio had and I met him bringing me a gun in anticipation of its being needed. 10:00 A.M. Rhody still there, relaxed. (72°). I held a meal worm near the end of his snoot; he merely rolled his eyes down at it, like a goldfish looking at something on the bottom of its bowl, and looked at me speculatively, calm and self-possessed. 11:45. Still there ; his digestive process on the mouse has proceeded to the stage where he can devote some attention to preening. His tree is now in the full shade of an oak. (78°). 1 P.M. Still there; very comfortable; no cares.(79°). The most conscientiously thorough "rest" of any bird I know.