different. Then were I think them all the Queans in all but they were making considerable noise flying about in the high trees. Twice I saw them gone and clung on a straight tree trunk like a woodpecker of I am not mistaken I heard the beak clatter as they hit against the tree. This bird seemed to pick something from the tree trunk. It then flew towards me and left, flying me and turning the head back and forth. As soon as I had collected this bird they then shut up and I could only follow them by the sound of the heavy cobalt flight in the till top. I rapidly obtained me more. Both were adult males not breeding. As I left the place I heard a Macaw call but could not see him. This location was near an acote tree which the Queans were beating. Several fan-tail Warblers were seen en route and a pair of guatemala ivory-bill of which Dad and I got one each. They do appear larger in life than does the Rumbler Piculet.