did not see them. They now had an hour and a quarter--until 12:15 of doing just what they pleased--as it turned out. They were perfectly at ease and very friendly with me. Besides their usual performances, one of them gave a good exhibition of the adult thrasher trait of digging and singing its undersong simultaneously. At the end of the period, Cheeky was hammering the worm box in my lap, No.2 was tapping my shoes and resting at my feet, Cocky was doing sun-fits about 6 feet away, when Brownie burst upon this idyllic scene like a Fury and proceeded to alter the entire stage setting. Cheeky jumped to my shoulder and then up into the tree; No. 2 leap-frogged from the ground off of the top of my head; Cocky was paralyzed with astonishment and stayed more or less where he was while Brownie chased the others furiously in and out of the glade, through the bushes and trees, until on spotting Cocky, he was added to the pageant. Brownie meant business but she did not actually overtake any of them although she made one of them cry out in fear as he passed like a meteor underneath my chair. It seems to me that I was the focus of all this turmoil. On one of the rushes in my vicinity I thrust my arm, as nearly as I could, between pursuer and pursued in order to put a stop to the affair if possible. Much to my astonishment Brownie, instantly--she did not at most have more than a very small fraction of a second in which to make the decision and the physical execution of it--jumped out of the direct line of pursuit on to my hand, assured herself there were no worms there, and continued the pursuit. This happened twice in exactly the same way each time. Both times she was going at top speed; both times my movements were made as fast as I could make them and though she was undoubtedly angry at the young bird--not more than three feet in advance of her--there was not the slightest manifestation of annoyance with me. Evidently my two-center feeding plan is not having the desired effect. In any case, however, the adults are going to have a job on their hands to keep these young birds away from the pie