Nov. I9O6 [ LIFE IllSTORY OF THE CALIFORNIA CONDOR. PART bare neck. Then it was evident we could not scare her from her den. But xve had to have a picture of this baby bird, the uestling of the largest bird that flies, and one that is so rare in the ornithological world. Crawling over closer where I could look thru the crevice in the rock, I got down within three feet of the mother as she sat hovering her chick. I could ahnost touch the white on her shoulder and plainly see the blood-red eyes that watched me, aud the edging of white on her wing feathers. But she sat still till I reached in with a short stick, wheu she drew back as if to strike, but I had the advantage of her, for I knew that in that narrow place the big bird was almost helpless. When she arose and stepped back, I geutly rolled THE YOUNG CONDOR AT THE AGE OF FIFTY-FOUR DAYS_ PHOTO TAKEN MAY 15, 1906. NO FEATHERS SHOWING YET. WEIGHT ABOUT SEVEN POUNDS the chick over nearer to me and reached in aud took him in mv hand. The mother sat in sullen silence. We immediately set up the cronera in the pelting rain and focused it on a shel- tered spot just outside the den of the old bird, then placiug the chick on the ground took a snap of him. Covering him quickly so as to keep him warm, we tried four more exposures in about the same position. But the darkness of the weather nmde a slow exposure necessary and the youngster wiggled most of the time. But by that time it suddenly dawned on us that he was getting chilled and I hastily put him back in the nest. But to my chagrin, the old bird just sat with her head down and paid no atten-
