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it in peace. Once Brownie reached for a worm in Greenie's bill
without objection from him. She took hold of it but let go immediately.
I then went to the glade to look for Snooty, but he was not there;
however, the ubiquitous Brownie got there nearly as soon as I did.
I found him digging peacably in the upper garden near the dining room
window
Snooty's
territory.
door, which is where I want him. At present he likes this vicinity
and it is, as yet, the one where he is least liable to interference.
I have placed a special soft-food dish outside the window for him and
I think he will find it. He is not so fond of this food as the other
young thrashers were. They would climb all over me for it and not
show disappointment when they found no worms. He looks as big as a
magpie when in the bushes several yards away, but when close by he
looks slender and frail. This is the same effect noted with his parents
Illusive
size.
some time ago. They are all puffed up and ragged now, looking about
the same size at all distances. From time to time feathers actually
fall off of them without assistance from their bills and in their
usual haunts feathers are scattered about on the ground. Their color
scheme now is brown mixed with patches of blue-gray where the new
pin-feathers are showing. I had thought that birds did not sing
while moulting, but these birds sing more now than at any time during
the past several months.
August 24th.
Early morning
singing in
antiphony.
I was awakened at 5:25 A.M. from a dream in which I was making
a losing effort at packing my belongings preparatory to catching a
steamer that was about to sail for some place or other that I forget.
Everybody was trying to help and asking last minute questions all
at the same time. Through it all was running a persistent rhythm
which annoyed me because I could not understand it. When I awoke I
discovered that the thrashers were at it again, one at one side of
the house 50 feet or so from my window and the other on the other
side, singing responsively and introducing at regular intervals a