Sierra Club Bulletin. 



calendula) on the ground. They were old enough to have 

 been coaxed out of the nest by the parent birds, for they 

 were able to flutter short distances. At my suggestion 

 they were kept in a box over night. The next morning I 

 took them a little apart from the camp and waited, hold- 

 ing them in my hand. The little ones began to chirp, and 

 soon a pair of kinglets came fluttering down, apparently 

 surprised and delighted to find their offspring still alive. 



For a minute or two they busily fluttered about 

 branches of nearby trees, kinglet fashion, and then, to 

 my great surprise, they flew straight to the fledgelings I 

 was holding in my hand, and shoved their catch of insects 

 into the youngsters' gaping throats. This was done re- 

 peatedly. Occasionally the parent birds lit for a moment 

 on my hand, but usually they hovered over the young 

 ones in the act of feeding. A friend used my camera to 

 obtain several photographs. It was too early in the morn- 

 ing to employ high shutter speed, consequently few of the 

 photographs turned out satisfactorily. But the one given 

 herewith shows the bird in the act of coming down to feed 

 the little ones. 



