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88 THE ONDOR VoL. VI tograph her and she let ne drive her a few steps at a time until one of her brood hidden by the log flew up into a tree. Instantly the little hen which had been de- murely permitting me to shoo her around, was transformed into the alert, anxious mother, and hurried back into the woods evidently expecting me to follow. In- stead, I sat down on the grass and kept quiet. After some time I was rewarded by the faintest possible call from behind me, and looking keenly in its direction discovered her creeping cautiously out of the dark woods, crest and head down, tail hanging. Not seeing me she came out to the edge of the meadow, mounted a log, and giving a low cluck, such as a motherly hen gives when quieting her brood. she emitted two loud characteristic, wild, whistling notes, on the instant leaning forward, craning her neck to listen. From the grass down the slope came a faint quavering answer from her little one---the one that had not been heard from since Mr. Bailey flushed it. At the answer the mother raised her head as if satisfied, and having placed it by her loud cry, called quietly at short intervals as if to draw it toward her. While she was hunting up her second fledgling, the first one, the one that I YOUNG BLUE GROUSE, PECOS NTS., N.M. had frightened into a tree, flew oblique- ly down into the grass several rods from the woods. At this the old bird cautiously made her way out to it, creeping through the high grass be- tween the sods as she had come from the woods, crest down, tail hanging, pecking at the grass at each side as she went. The small grouse, on the contrary, stood up as high as its weeks would permit, its dim- As I appeared on the inutive crest raised, eagerly watching its mother's approach. scene at that point, the old bird drew back a little, but the youngster, quietly mak- ing a detour behind my back joined her, and later when I succeeded in photo- graphing the hen, at about seven feet, the chicken was almost in focus also. Another day we came on the mother and one of her brood out on the open hillside, whereupon the old one promptly flew up into the nearest tree. The little grouse, badly frightened, crouched round-backed and flat-headed in the grass, its heart beats throbbing in its thrtmt. After photographing it we got up within two or three feet of it, when it burst away on its stiff little wings, coming to ground again under its mother's tree. She clucked to it from her branch overhead and it squatted low, almost hidden in the protecting grass. We talked to it soothingly for some time and then drove it gently out into a better light, when quite reas- sured, before we had time to get a picture, it walked away, its little crest and tail raised in a very cocky manner. A cold stormy night a week later the old grouse brought her brood into the firs behind our camp, and in the night, -when a deer whistled she was so startled