(321) make amends, followed his example about 18 inches from him. A few minutes afterwards, Greenie entered and Snooty ran to him opening his bill for food, but Greenie made rapid passes at him with his bill,but did not strike him and would not feed him. Another chastening, nothing to do but think it over, much subdued. Greenie came to me for worms, eating them himself and , as a strange coincidence, when I said: "Give the poor little fellow one, Greenie", that is just what he did. However, a little later, when Snooty approached Greenie for more food,, perhaps five minutes afterwards, he was repulsed and went off by himself in the bushes. Un"happy days are here again". 5:40. Snooty the only thrasher in the glade, but in and out one or more were wrens, song sparrows, Lawrence goldfinches, green backed goldfinch es, black-headed grosbeaks, purple finches, quail during the 5 minutes I stayed there. I had thought the Lawrences gone, but one sat and ate baccharis seeds within six feet of me. August 8th. At 8:30 A.M. no thrashers in the glade. Snooty was found at the oval lawn all alone, very much the adult bird, except that his bill is not quite so long or so abruptly hooked at the end. The white streak on it still serves to identify him. He climbs around in the bushes and trees like a veteran, peering out at one between the leaves speculatively and locating the various feeding stations as if he always knew where they were. 12:32 P.M. Snooty has just been practising his sub-song diligently about 7 or 8 feet from me in the glade. Just before this he was digging up stones and rolling them down the bank watching them roll interestedly--a typical thrasher trait. Before this he was taking worms from my hand and it was noted how much sharper his bill is than those of his parents. It has not yet had time to have the tip worn down. If he knew the strategy of personal combat he could