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I. A. S. Loses Ciro Members 
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For the first time in more than five years, THE AUDUBON BULLETIN will 
not contain an article on the state birds of America by Mrs. Anna C. Ames. 
We report with deep regret that the Society lost two valued members in Janu- 
ary, 1966: Mrs. Ames, a resident of Evanston, and Miss Marge German, of 
Chicago. Strangely enough, both were teachers, and both died of cancer — 
but Mrs. Ames in her 86th year, after a full, rich life; Miss German at hardly 
half of that age, her youthful zest stilled much too soon. 
Anna C. Ames will be remembered by all of us as the author of a series 
of 22 articles on ‘‘State Birds’? which we have published regularly since her 
first story — on the Cardinal, state bird of Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, Kentucky, 
North Carolina and Virginia — appeared in September, 1960. Her last article, 
on the Common Loon, appeared in the December, 1965 issue. 
Her son, Alfred C. Ames of Evanston, wrote that his mother was active 
almost te the very end. She went to Evanston Hospital for a check-up on 
December 22, and died in just three weeks. Mrs. Ames and your Editor had 
exchanged several letters regarding publication of her articles in book form; 
now the series will never be completed. 
Your Editor was always pleased to see her articles, each one carefully 
prepared, never any trouble to edit. They would arrive like clockwork a 
month before each deadline; she wrote clearly and well, investigating every 
bird life history thoroughly before drafting her story. 
Miss German, on the other hand, was a family friend, an active fellow 
member of the American Youth Hostels. Her ready laugh and infectious en- 
thusiasm helped to enliven many a hiking, skiing, or canoeing trip. She first 
learned of birds through borrowing our binoculars, and soon was teaching bird 
lore to her pupils... We will miss both of them deeply. —P. H. L. 
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Sighting the California Condor 
By John H. Helmer 
If an I. A.S. member has any thought of coming to California to get the Con- 
dor on his life list, I can tell him where I saw this rare species — three of 
them — last June. It was remarkably good luck! 
I was on my way to meet our son and his family for a camping trip in 
Sequoia National Park, and had stopped at Greenhorn Mountain Camp, west 
of Lake Isabella. In the morning I followed the country roads through the 
foothills, with Porterville as my objective, near the Sequoia Park entrance. 
It was near Porterville that a large bird appeared, circling low ahead of me. 
Fortunately, I had Condors in mind and did not take the bird to be a vul- 
ture. I got out of my car as quickly as I could and was rewarded with a view 
of three birds, all with unmistakable white wing patterns. 
The three circled slowly, moving southwest over a ridge, and then one 
bird came back as if to have a look at me as I stood against the car. It glided 
