him from the bushes. Snooty easily evaded him and jumped up on to the blossom stalk of an amaryllis, waiting there to see what else was going to happen; but Greenie went back into the bushes. Snooty then came and took a worm from my hand and when Greenie ran out at him again simply kept me between himself and his adversary and continued to take, worms. When he left Greenie chased him, but Snooty would not run far, he would jump up into a bush and let Greenie coast on by. Finally the latter gave up in disgust as he could neither catch Snooty nor drive him away and went back into the bushes after I gave him a worm as a consolation prize. While it might be said that Snooty was afraid of his parent, because he ran away from him, he certainly was in no panic at any time and his chief concern was clearly the worm and not the bird. He was not to be deflected from his purpose by any such minor obstacle as a hostile parent. Greenie, of course, is in the moulte--perhaps also he does not feel very peppy; but, whatever, may have been the cause, his charges seemed to lack determination and Snooty was much his superior in agility --in fact made a monkey of him. The episode ended by Snooty staying where he wanted to stay and Greenie going back to perch in a pyracantha on the edge of the lawn where he was sitting in the first place. This is the first successful repulse of a parent by a young ( [illegible] ) thrasher that I have witnessed. Snooty has grown up. At about 5 P.M. Snooty and Greenie were at the oval lawn, the former having just arrived from the upper garden. He again eluded Greenie with ease whenever Greenie attempted to drive him and did not hesitate to come to me for worms even when Greenie was doing the same thing, evidently having confidence in his ability to escape punishment. Brownie was in the glade and this time very hungry and again curious about the top of my hat. Both adults are showing still more of the blue-gray underdown, but the pin-feathers on their fore-heads are becoming real feathers now.