(217) a time soft food only was given, Brownie sharing in the labor of poking it down the youngster's' throats. I then gave Brownie a worm or two and when she found I had the box with me, would not be denied. I covered the box with my fingers to make her work for them and she went at it just as she does on the ground. In order to get a firm base to work from, she would sink her claws into my trousers so that they penetrated to the skin, or get a firm grip on a finger and hammer and pry with her beak. She is surprisingly strong. If I held the box over my head she would go after it there. In this way she got about thirty worms, all of which she gave to the young. When the latter were satisfied they began a riotous game of tag in and out of the bushes and Brownie went up into the old oak to look at the country and sing a little. 8:45 While standing beneath the oak by the front steps, Brownie dropped down out of the tree at my feet and loitered about waiting for me to produce something of interest. She found a hairy caterpillar, and after inspecting it carefully, picked it up and worried it about for a minute, brought it over to me to see if I would add something more to make it worth while, but as I did not, started running down the road toward the glade, flying the last 40 or 50 feet about a foot above the ground. This is the first time I have seen a thrasher take a hairy caterpillar. 10:20. At 10 o'clock I went to the glade and before I could sit down on the ground at the customary feeding place, Brownie and her whole brood were out of the bushes. The scene of the earlier morning was repeated, except that I carried no worms this time, purposely. When all the young had enough to eat, Brownie went up into the old oak. I noticed that she was looking down at me intently--a new phase--then she dropped down 20 feet beside me and looked up at my hat and crouched as if to spring. She then climbed up into a bush