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same. One of the young came out to be fed by Greenie, and this
operation may be in the picture. Greenie sang a little undersong
while in the picture. Brownie between shots of her stood for a time
on one leg just out of bounds and had several cat-naps.
The "pills" made of soft food with a little suet worked well and were
used freely by both parents in feeding their young. This was just
as I was beginning to think that they were disgusted with them.
Roll No.5--50' Stop F 5.6. Light uncertain. First 11 ft. of Brownie
in which she does some digging. Shortly after the shadows of the
trees reached the drinking dish, Brownie decided to drink, but it was
no use trying to get it. It is odd that Greenie, the shy one, has
not been afraid of the camera from the very first, although his other
affairs have demanded his presence elsewhere when I have had the cam-
era set up, until this afternoon--except for one very short interval.
At 7:30 a young thrasher was calling from a tree where the robins were
making a great disturbance preparatory to roosting for the night.
This seemed to cause the parents some anxiety for they appeared in
the road looking up into the tree, about fifty feet apart. As soon
as they saw each other, they exchanged short and varied songs,
seeming to hold a colloquy over the situation. The problem was solved
by the young thrasher himself by his flying out of the tree across
the driveway and into a patch of brake, then up into a hedge.
Greenie followed him and seemed to be pushing him with his bill to
induce him to get out of the hedge, which he did, climbing up into
an oak, stopped calling and became motionless. Meanwhile Brownie
was taking worms to another young one in the opposite direction and
when its wants were satisfied, the two parents, who had been very
talkative and musical during this time, singing frequently, retired
and quiet reigned.
June 8th. At 8:00 A.M. as I open the gate of the shop yard I was greet