(257) Memo. (At this point I had to go to the "office" to get more paper. As I passed through the upper court I saw Greenie down below on the oval lawn. I called to him and he ran and flew up to me, making six trips to the nest with worms. On his fifth he brought a small green worm which he placed carefully by the worm box, which I was holding in my hand, taking back with him meal worms instead. I added this worm to the meal-worm supply to see if he would take it on his next return, but he ignored it, so I suppose it must be regarded as a present!) to me very shyly, taking but one worm to the nest. On each return he got a little bolder until on his fifth or sixth return he was digging them out of the box. When Brownie came he did not return for more worms. (Chronologically this precedes the foregoing parenthesis about an hour) July 6th. At 8 A.M. I stocked up my portable worm supply and sat on the steps near the oval lawn, thinking if I could get her new batch well fed before I looked up the first brood, there would be less liability of her following me to the glade and chasing out the members of it. Brownie came almost at once from the vicinity of nest No.4, making 8 or 10 trips back and forth. That seemed to settle the food question for brood No. 2 for the time being, so I went to the glade only to find nothing resembling the young thrashers. Brownie, of course, had to come anyway and while she did not want any more worms at the moment, I imagined she took some satisfaction from seeing the glade empty. I could find no signs of the first brood any place on the property up to 11.10 at which time I made another visit to the glade. Brownie appeared in about 2 minutes, but I would give her no worms, so she had to take soft food, which she ate herself. As a mild form of punishment I made her eat it off of the despised wooden spatula at first. She left shortly, but in about a half a minute reappeared (as I thought), coming for more food, so I again offered it on the spatula and, much to my surprise, the