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expressed quantitatively in decibels.
August 31st.
Cool notes
About 8 A.M. one thrasher was calling loudly "Kwee'-lick, kweelick"
outside the glade from the pine trees at the north boundary. The same
place and the same call as yesterday morning. On coming to me one of
them continued the call up to the moment of coming to hand. It is one
which I have seldom heard. I would like to know its meaning. Greenie
answered it melodiously, but loudly from the oaks near the easterly line
and came over to join his mate. They both went off toward the berry patch
in a few minutes.
Jays and racer
1:45 P.M. California Jays were making a lot of noise near the ber-
ry patch. Investigation showed that they had located a yellow-bellied
racer and were following it through the bushes, but being very careful
to keep up in the branches. This gives an interesting comparison with
the behavior of the thrashers under similar conditions. The thrashers
were not in sight, so I lost the opportunity of seeing if their
dislike of these creatures (the snakes) extended beyond the nesting period.
After the snake had disappeared, the thrashers came, but I was not able
to get them to understand that there was a snake around nearby for
their delectation.
Progress
of
moult
The thrasher full song has not been heard for a day or two and
the undersong seems to be receiving less attention. Brownie is getting
quite respectable in appearance and is somewhat in advance of Greenie.
Both birds give the impression of being lighter and more ashy in hue
than before the moult. The bluish gray patches are disappearing rapidly.
6:00 P.M. Toward the end of the afternoon both thrashers sang their
undersongs for many minutes. Greenie's at times approaching full song.
About 5 o'clock I entered the glade with a visitor. At the time singing
could be heard from some point outside. In 2 or 3 minutes Brownie
came trotting into the glade, singing all the way, and jumped up to my
knee with one last note, much to my visitor's delight.