(103) from one of the trees, investigation showed Brown-eyes arranging a twig in the place where I saw her put the first twig yesterday. It looks as if this were the chosen site after all. Closer examination shows that it has been a roosting place for of some kind of bird for a considerable time and it may be that the selection is not so casual after all. While arranging this last twig she sang loudly at intervals. It is a hard job to make the first twig or two stick where it should. (A quail's egg was found on the bare ground underneath a rhodo- dendron by the dining room this morning). At 12:20 Brown-eyes was sitting quietly in the new nest location doing absolutely nothing. When I walked underneath she merely craned her neck to see who it was, then resumed her pose of passive indifference. I had not called to her up to this time. I then called and showed her the worm box and she immediately came down, hopping from twig to twig, dropping alongside of me, making a plaintive mewing sound which she continued while eating. She then took three worms in her bill and laid them in a row on the ground with a side sweeping motion (the way bank tellers used to throw out coins in the good old days when coins were stacked up behind the counter in shallow trays). She gathered them up, looked about, called and trotted into the brush, evidently with the intention of taking them to her mate. There is nothing that remotely resembles a nest here as yet is and it by no means certain that they will build here , or elsewhere. Just an hour later there were no birds to be seen in the glade. I sat on the south side and in two or three minutes both thrashers appeared, Brown-eyes coming to eat soft food with little whines. She went back into the brush and in a few minutes I found her sitting in the same prospective