(213) as if to see whether it was going to climb back in again. Roll No. 7 0 to ½', a flash of Greenie digging. To 27½, Brownie and 3 young ones--Brownie throws spatula out of dish. Foregoing with 1" lens, set at f/8, dis, abt. 8 to 10ft. Full sun. Between 7:30 and 8, the parent thrashers, from their vantage points on the dead limbs of the old oak, were supervising the retirement of their family, making short excursions to the various points selected, with the evident intention of seeing that each was comfortably settled and not being crowded by wren-tits, quail and robins-- in particular--who use the same trees as sleeping places. Brownie twice today, very obviously, mistook Greenie for one of the children as she was carrying food from me to them. Each time she corrected the error just as Greenie was getting ready to receive the contribution by crouching and opening his beak just like a juvenile--which I think he more or less is. Brownie is a motherly soul and sometimes I think she feeds Greenie, even when he does not ask for it, because she "just has to" feed something. June 15 At 7:45 this morning I went to the glade and Brownie promptly marshalled the whole family for grub. As the morning was chilly I gave them a nice warm porridge of soft food. 8.50 The mystery of nest No. 34 is solved. At this moment Brownie and Greenie are both sitting in it! This accounts for their long disappearances from the glade; but they have certainly been sly about it. By stepping outside the French window where I am writing, on to the terrace I can see the nest in an oak about ten feet above the lower service road. As the trees are spotted on the map, the nest is exactly 82 feet from this chair, about 30 feet west of the western edge of the oval lawn and about 75 yards from thrasher nest No.3. It is a very easy nest to get at. The only objection I can see to its location is that every delivery wagon that comes inside the ground: