ating, then ran directly to me for worms. Brownie, seeing that she was missing something, soon followed, but there was no conflict between them. Greenie, however, went back to the same excavation. He seems to be getting more assertive. 1:35 P.M. Brownie and Greenie have chosen to move up near here for some reason best known to themselves, since the foregoing record. One of them is singing near the glade at the present moment, and since 11 o'clock it has been practically continuous song. Almost a full hour of this was spent by Brownie sitting on the stone terrace outside this window and singing practically all of that time. I went out and sat there for about three quarters of an hour during which she stood facing me on the floor six to ten feet away singing single mindedly, indifferent to prof- ferers of worms, with tail bobbing up and down. The recognizable imitations (with no stretching of the imagination) were: California Jay, Red-shafted Flicker, California Quail, Western Meadowlark, dog calling, dog barking, Russet-backed Thrush, domestic hen. There was also the bell song. The thrush song was given not less than 20 times--each marvellously per- fect. Anybody who knows the song of this bird would be completely deceived. To be able to imitate the timbre of the voice of the thrush is a distinct achievement. (There it is again, 1:55.. Brownie is certainly wound up today). She has come up to the terrace again, still singing. This song is much more than a "whisper song", though it is rendered with bill closed. As an illustration of its loudness, the "thrush song" is plainly recognizable at 75 feet, notwithstanding the sounds of air, water and street traffic which were practically continuous at the present time. 2:15 Still singing This kept up until nearly 3 o'clock, when the birds wandered off to a different part of the garden. 6:15 P.M. One of the thrashers has just climbed up into the oak where it roosted last night. 9:00 P.M. The thrasher is sitting in exactly the same place it