astatic about it. The birds were not frightened; but as they were not critically in need for food, saw no reason why any risks should be taken. However, they hung around the glade all of the time, dug, and Greenie dried himself and preened in full view about 15 feet away after having had a bath somewhere. They were friendly, but indifferent. While we sat there the female spotted towhee (and one youngster) and a Vigors wren took worms tossed to them. A sparrow hawk flew about the pine about 75 feet to the north, calling loudly, but Brownie who was digging in an exposed position at the time did not seek cover. Night roost. 6:10 P.M. A thrasher is now sitting on the same limb of the same tree as last evening. 7:10 P.M. It is still there. I could not tell which one and was not able to see the other. The foliage of the tree is rather dense and the reflection of the flash light from the leaves and twigs make it difficult for the sight to penetrate deeply. The bird did not stir. I could not see its head. Droppings which have accumulated on the top of one of the branches to the depth of perhaps an inch show that this place has been frequently occupied. Sept. 12th. A gloomy morning following a gloomy afternoon. Greenie At 7:30 A.M. both thrashers were in the vicinity of the tree in which sings full- song in one of them roosted last night, discussing something. Greenie then flew gloomy weather up into the pine tree (the one where the sparrow hawk was yesterday) and sang his full song beautifully, Brownie sitting on the small lath-house. One of Greenie's succession of phrases (with apologies to him) sounded like tor-wit, tor-wit, torpeéto, torpeéto--cleeecleee, ware, ware. The cleeps were uttered in rapid succession with a rising inflectin as if it were a question. The ware had about the quality of tone and pitch of the male quail's single call when he is on guard duty, and the same loudness. A quail was calling at the same time from the lower branches of the same tree: sa-pah-toe (zapato) and one who had neber heard