lot of by-play not taken--but fooled me by digging it out instead. To 48½ ft. B.E. feeding young June 10th. Away all day until nearly 5 P.M. Could not find any thrashers for a half an hour and could not hear any. At last found Brownie digging a deep narrow hole where she had to put her head down so deep that her tail was straight up in the air. She would not pay any attention to me and when I approached her, ran away. When it came time to give the youngsters a last good feed, however, she was as friendly as ever. I attribute some of the standoffishness to the colored fact that she had never seen me before in the boots, shorts and khaki shirt I had on, so that I seemed a stranger to her. June 11th About 7:00 A.M. I went to the glade. All was quiet, except for the presence of the Spotted towhees that were eating the last of the soft food placed there for the thrashers. I sat down in the chair and Brownie quickly popped out, soon followed by all three of the young birds. Brownie at once commenced intensive feeding operations and as the young ones came within reach on the ground I shovelled soft food into them with the wooden spoon. As a result of combined efforts all were soon satisfied and retired into the bushes, where they sat about six or eight feet away and preened. Greenie was not in evidence. This is the first time I have had all three of the young thrashers with me at the same time. This was, of course, due to the presence of their parent. When Brownie has a big job on her hands like this she will take food wherever I hold it, even along side of my face. In feeding the young sometimes the tip of her tail will nearly touch the bill of one of them as she turns to me for more food, and it has several times happened that it has attempted to swal- low it. (See next p. for 9 A.M.) Similar performances were repeated for visitors at various time during the day, except with only two of the young present. When all visitors had left, I placed a worm in front of one of the