In a Mission Patio. 



contentment, finding plenty to eat in the 

 mission garden. I saw him chase a tiny 

 f ruby-crowned kinglet from the olive-oil 

 press, giving several mock-savage snaps 

 of his beak by way of warning. He 

 didn't propose to have any intruders in 

 his domain, especially if they were 

 small enough to be driven off without 

 risk to himself. He seems to be as 

 much at home here as the old sac- 

 ristan in his serape, a relic of the olden 

 times. 



Say's pewee is another member of the 

 flycatcher family very much in evidence 

 about the mission patio. It is a brown- 

 ish gray bird, darker on the head and 

 with the tail nearly black. The abdo- 

 men is cinnamon color and there is an 

 obscure buffy bar upon the wings. He 

 is fond of sitting upon some tall weed 

 stalk in the court, at times fluttering in 

 the air five or six feet from the ground 

 with a light, loose, moth-like motion of 

 the wings. Then all of a sudden he 

 pounces upon some insect hidden in the 

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