(21) results, I did not disturb them. However, a mole started to raise a ridge of earth about six feet in front of me and it seemed a good opportunity to see what a thrasher would do if its attention were called to the upheaval in actual progress. I succeeded in landing a worm exactly on the spot under which the mole was working and the thrasher that I call the male ran over and got it; but the mole stopped work and refused to continue as long as the bird was near. I then induced this bird, the one with the greenish tinge in the eyes, to approach for soft food, holding my head down so as not to fright- en him by staring at him when he was about 6 inches away. Shortly I felt a soft pecking at the food, raised my head slowly, and there he was--only, while my head was down the other bird, the one with orange brown eyes, had taken his place and the green-eyed one was ten feet away busy on another job. At about 12:15 I went to the nest again and sat by the bird bath previously mentioned. The "green"-eyed bird was calling: Scrip, scrip from the "chaparral" on the bank outside the fence. I know it was he, as I saw him go in and had just checked up on his eyes, and could also see the other bird. While he was still calling, the other carried up to the nest a piece of soap-root fibre and started a full song. loud If the male is the only singer, her was a chance to identify him. He came down, disappeared momentarily behind the trunk of the oak, came out on the other side and ran over to me--but the other one had joined him while out of my view. One with green eyes and one with brown I was, therefore, unable positively to check the songster as I had lost sight of him a few moments after he had sung. Brown-eyes--I have no idea now of the sex of either of them-- ate from my hand then jumped into the middle of the bird bath, facing me with her head just 18 inches from my eyes. The bath is raised above the ground enough so that I was looking down at her