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Nov., x9o4 [ THE CONDOR i47 or as if he were practising, just running over the keys of an air that hung dim in his memory. But it was pleasing to hear him practise; the atmosphere was too lazy to call fox' perfect execution. The morning of July sixth, the three young birds left the nest, following their parents out into the limbs of the surrounding bushes. They were not able to fly more than a few feet but they knew how to perch and call for food. I never heard amore enticing dinner song. It was such a sweet, musical "tour-a-lee." The parents fed their bantlings as nmch on berries as on worms and insects. Once I saw the father distribute a whole mouthful of green measuring worms. The next time he had visited a garden down the hillside, for he brought one raspberry in his bill and coughed up three more. Both birds soon got over their mad anxiety every time we looked at the youngsters. In fact, they soon seemed willing enough to have the birdlings share the bits from our own lunch. We spent the next two days watching and photographing. It took all the next morning, however, to find the three bantlings. The mother had enticed one down the creek to some hazel bushes. I watched her for two hours before I heard the soft whistle of the youngster. He perched on my finger and I brought him back to the nest. Another was found down in the thimbleberry. bushes. This one, with the third up in the maple saplings over the nest, seemed to be in the keeping of the father. After watching them all day we put them in .a little isolated clump of bushes late in the afternoon, and when we went early the next morning they were still there but perched well up on the top limbs. The parents .had become quite tame, and paid little attention either to the camera or to us. By the fourth day, how-