August 11th. At 7:15 A.M. Snooty was in the glade all by himself, happy and contented. The adults were not visible. At 8:40 the situation was just the same, there being no signs of the parents. At 12:00 , having been absent since the last observation, I went to the glade. Snooty was there and before long his parents came one at a time, neither offering violence during my stay of 20 minutes. If I were a thrasher, but with human faculties and frailties, I would not come out in the open when moulting at all, except under compulsion. Both adults are very shabby, but Brownie reminds me very forcibly of some of my juvenile efforts at making birds by sticking chicken feathers into raw potatoes. She has about 3, certainly not more than four, of her original tail-feathers left . The new ones are about 3 inches long, half of this being vane and the rest blue-gray stem projecting out of raw "meat". The tail coverts are sprouting in a neat symmetrical row, but are mere pin-feathers. The feathers on her sides are hanging in masses loosely, looking as if they would drop off in camels. Her new wing-coverts are neat, but, when she fluffs, a bald spot shows on the top of her head and there are raw spots on her neck. At various other points there are deep depress- ions in her covering showing where feathers have been lost, giving her a spotty appearance, and showing the bluish under-down. Practically every time she comes out into the bright sun, she insists upon "sun- fitting"; her appearance, bad enough before, is then about what I imagine it would be if she had just been shot at close range, using a good load of buck-shot. With all these superficial blemishes she is as sprightly as ever, demanding--and receiving--the usual tribute of worms, without apparent thought of repulse on account of temporary unhandsomeness. Greenie is not quite so ugly, but seems to be