at an angle of about 45 degrees. I thought, thank the Lord, this is a warm day if she decides to bathe. However, she was contented with taking about a dozen good swallows in exactly the same manner as yesterday. She wets her entire throat patch and completely submerges the base of her bill, with the exception of the nostrils. The rest of the afternoon very little work was done and that in desultory fashion. February 26th. At about 8:30 A.M. they were together at the entrance to the property. Brown-eyes came to eat out of my hand. When Green-eyes approached she turned and "hissed" at him and he retreated; though hissed is not quite the word, as there was some voice in the sound. She resumed feeding and, shortly after, each carried one small fibre to the nest. Soon after this Mr. Sampson, my cousin and I were sitting near the oval lawn, when the thrashers came over to eat at their special table. A third thrasher appeared over the bank and approached the table, evidently, from his actions, having been there before. They both turned on him, though not abruptly, and all three disappeared. There was no sound of a disturbance; but full thrasher song sounded for a short time from a toyon tree about 10 feet fartheron in the direction they had taken. An hour or so afterwards the two residents were carrying small quantities of lining to the nest, one thread at a time. Shortly before the episode with the third bird both thrashers had been sitting on the back of a garden seat and one of them broke into full song. 3 P.M. Not working on the nest, but both digging on top of the bank across the road north of the nest. They came down to feed from my hand; Green-eyes still shy and standoffish , but readily