Bird Notes, Part 2, v659
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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