Bird Notes, Part 2, v659
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(333) About 5:30 all three were in and about the glade and the berry-patch. A little later they were all running about near the north boundary and there was some "sc ripping". It looked as if there was some slow stalking of Snooty going on, but of this I could not be certain. I think also that there was a fourth thrasher--a young one--also present part of the time, because Greenie was more than casually interested at a place in the fence where I had just seen a thrasher trying to get in from the outside when Brownie and Snooty were with me and Greenie was almost certainly not at that place near the fence when the suspect was seen. He, however, flew over there immediately afterwards and Brownie left me to join him. Snooty, who would not come to hand with Brownie present but stood off 3 or 4 feet and glared at her, came to me as Brownie left. When both adults started scr ripping loudly over near the fence where I thought I had seen the fourth bird, Snooty at once cocked his tail up in the air and went off in that direction to investigate. All three birds went up into a pine tree, the adults continued their excited calling, but when I went over to investigate, stopped, and although the tree was in an isolated situation so that arrivals and departures from it could be easily detected, nothing could be seen of any of them, although I hunted for several minutes and everything was quiet. August 14 th. At 8 A.M. there were no thrashers in the glade. After some calling and whistling, scr ripping was heard off to the S.E. and Greenie was seen in a cypress about 100 yards away, though the identification could not be made until later. He dropped down to the street and came running toward me with great speed, following the street, center line of the which has a curve at this place, as if he were on rails, and instead of cutting across the curve to come to me, he held to the curve and swept grandly by, his legs a blur, until he ar-