To my left foot (154) jump up on it, as she crouched for a spring--but evidently remembered that, on a previous occasion she had not been able to stick on it because her feet slipped off. So she backed off a bit, crouched and jumped up on to my knee, took a worm out of the box, looked for a place on my knee on which to pound it, decided that would not do, so took it down to the ground and treated it there. She then jumped up again with the worm and replaced it in the box, selecting another, which she laid on my left knee thigh without attempting to pound it. (She was learning!) But that worm slipped to the ground on my left side and fell amongst some fragments of bark, etc. and could not be seen, even by me. She marked its general direction, however. Without at- tempting to recover it, she selected several more worms, prepared the went around to my left, found the lost worm and on the ground to my right, then took them to the nest. On her return she went around to my left side into the bushes (My right side was toward the nest) and jumped up on to my left elbow where it was resting on the arm of my chair, walked along my arm and my left thigh to the box from which she took more worms for the young. As she evidently needed a place on which to pound them nearer to the box than the ground level, I placed the cover of one of my seed tins on my lap, hoping that she would most of use it for that purpose; but on the next trip she ate\ the worms herself, taking but one or two to the nest, where she elected to retire for a time. Now I am willing to admit that, if there was not intelligence shown by that bird on this occasion, then there certainly was no intelligence anywhere in the glade with the two of us occupying it! At 11:00 the Russet-backed thrush was singing in the Thrasher's glade. I put a ladder up to the nest. The parents were away. (3 Thanks) The young birds do not have their eyes open as yet. Their skins are black in the sense that a very dark negro is said to be black