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There is no need to sing the praises of Pasadena, for they 

 have been sung already far more enticingly than I could hope 

 to. It is a beautiful place whose growth in all ways can be 

 checked only by the upheaval of another chain of mountains 

 where the ocean bathers now battle with the surf. We do not 

 anticipate such a calamity will befall soon ! 



While the object of my visit was to renew acquaintance 

 with relatives and friends, which there is no need to dwell upon 

 here, it would have been both ungrateful and impossible to ig- 

 nore the bird life. The birds are one of the chief charms of 

 this unusually favored city. Some of them thrust themselves 

 upon your notice, while some entice your attention away. 



During the .eight full days spent in Los Angeles county 

 visits were made to Mount Lowe, elevation ()1()() feet. Long 

 Beach and Terminal Island, Los Angeles with its numerous 

 lakes and parks, Baldwin's Ranch and the surrounding mesas 

 and arroyos and the mountain canons. A half day clambering 

 over the tules of a small lake or large pond south of Pasadena, 

 was fruitful in results. Here Coots, Pied-bill Grebes, Florida 

 Gallinule, Black-crowned Night Herons, Bitterns, Tule Wrens 

 and other species found their way into the note-book. The 

 Black Phcebe was in evidence here. It was here also that the 

 Phainopepla was best seen and studied, but many more were 

 seen in the orange groves and about the pepper trees. 



On the way to Long Beach a Roadrunner very kindly 

 trotted out into the open, affording an excellent study. This 

 was the only one seen by the writer during the whole trip. At 

 the beach Western Gulls were seen flying about in the ofhng, 

 but there were no other water birds. However, the surf bath- 

 ing more than atoned for any lack of birds. I wonder if any- 

 where on our coast line there is better surf bathing. An hour 

 playing with the huge rollers sped swiftly. I turned longing 

 eyes upon Santa Catalina, but sufficient time could not be 

 given to that trip. There was some consolation in knowing 

 that the time of year was not the most propitious for the bird 

 student over there. 



Mount Lowe was by no means the least interesting inci- 

 dent of my short stay. It was here that the Black-throated 

 Gray Warbler danced and sang to me by the half hour. He 

 needed no invitation to perch and sing within three feet of my 



