three more. On her next two trips she went up to the nest, Greenie, in the meantime having taken a cricket into the bushes. During this time the Wren-tits were bringing raspberries down from the berry patch and giving them to their young. Quail were heard to enter the bushes where the young thrasher, very evidently was. Brownie went in; there was a scuffle and one quail flew out in a hurry. There were sounds of another scuffle mixed with quail squawks, a great tearing through the bushes and out shot another quail running for dear life and yelling, with a thrasher on, about, around and atop of him pecking earnestly. I never knew the thrashers were so fast. This was no play affair. When the quail was well on its way, the thrasher came back to me im- mediately and got more worms. Brownie, of course. No doubt of where that young thrasher is! Nineteen days on the nest, if it was the first one hatched. June 4th At 6:50 A.M. the nest was entirely empty. Greenie was singing at intervals from the old oak, the "Pit-yourki" motive beginning most of his efforts. Brownie was in the road but came for food promptly. She then went up into the tree and both birds sang at the same time. No doubt now as to which sings. Both used recognizabl exactly the same phrases throughout. One of the young thrashers was sitting placidly in a sage brush and Brownie started a series of excursions back and forth between us carrying worms. I finally, by stopping the worm supply temporarily, got her to take him soft food, but she does not care much about doing this as she can carry only a very small amount at a time and insects are, naturally, preferred. 8:30 The plan of the thrashers, at present, is for one to stand guard in thtop of the old oak while the other feeds the young. About 8 I went to the glade and one of the young was up in a baccharis bush about six feet above the ground. Brownie came to me for worms, but took them to some other one of her babies, +J.L.: such phrases as were recognizable were identical.