(341) from hand to elbow, the stiffness and the itching have about gone, also the discoloration; but there is still a purplish red patch about 3 inches long by 1½ wide surrounded by a border of yellow. Yesterday Brownie came rushing out of the bushes, jumping and dodging with ruffled feathers and alert glances in all directions, accompanied by some flying insect which I could not identify. She preened thoroughly but was a little jumpy for a time. 10:35. Snooty at the oval lawn and not afraid of the sprinkler. On going to the glade Brownie and Greenie both came for worms. The only way I could insure Greeny's getting approximately his share was by holding worms in each hand, the worm intended for Greenie being kept out of sight of Brownie, if possible. This did not always work, for Brownie frequently got off-side. Brownie then treated me to about three quarters of an hour of almost uninterrupted under-song. I do not think that the term "whisper-song" applies to these birds at all. There is too much volume in their undersong. At times it is as loud, I think, as it can be without opening the beak. This time Brownie, on the ground close by, produced imitations in rapid succession and got so far ahead of me that I was completely bewildered. Some of the more familiar ones penetrate the consciousness instantly and one "knows" instinctively that it is so and so singing or calling; but if there are less familiar imitations and others of birds whose notes are not known to the listener, he gets lost in trying to identify them. In my case there are many calls and songs of native birds that I do not know--even common birds--and it is my belief that these thrashers--Brownie especially at present, include in their repertoires the notes of birds of many kinds in addition to those recognised. I am constantly hearing from her sounds perfectly familiar which I am unable to place, others that are vaguely reminiscent and still others that I am reasonably certain that I have not heard before.