(170) the top of the old oak, looking down at me occasionally where I stood on the platform at the nest, with no evident concern. When Brown-eyes returned to the nest, as she did shortly, it was with no sign of fear. She had a huge Jerusalem cricket (as Mr. Kane tells me is the proper name of these creatures) and when I offered her worms, took them freely and gave them to the young, then ate a few herself, following with soft food out of the spoon. I note on this occasion, as on previous ones, that the droppings of the nestlings are not carried away by the parents, but swallowed by them. The droppings appear to be enclosed by a sort of skin. About 1:30 when I went to the nest again, the adults were away, but Brown-eyes appeared immediately, sat on the edge of the nest and ate more food from the spoon. She did not object to my handling her babies without taking them from the nest and when I put the tip of the spoon into the mouth of one of them, she watched the operation placidly with her head about three inches from its head. The youngster could not, of course, take the food as I had no way of pushing it down its gullet. I was merely observing the reactions of both birds. The young thrasher It did, however, try to swallow and did not shrink from me. After watching the behavior of these thrashers during the attempts to get movies of them, I can appreciate more than ever before that they do not like to have strangers about and are essentially creatures of the wilds. 7:40 P.M. Although it is fairly dark, Brown-eyes, just now has finished taking worms to the nest from her perch on my hand, making perhaps five trips, carrying, perhaps 25 worms. I believe perhaps the most important that one cause of the failure to get the pictures today was that it was too near midday and the chicks were too well fed by that time. Further birds are least active, usually in the middle of the day.