kind. A gardener approached them from the rear, apparently not seeing them and they flew by me across the street (Estates Drive) dues west and alighted in a small cypress tree on Selborne Drive. This is the same tree from which I have previously called one or other of "my" thrashers a number of times. I approached the tree, but they were shy and dropped down to the street on the other side and started running for my place. I herded them in this direction, although they did not need urging, and got to the glade first by a more direct route, so saw them enter. They were Brownie and Green- ie with lawn clippings sticking to their bills--perfectly friendly, talkative and eager for home food. Dr. Reynolds, who is keenly interested in birds and who was at his unfinished house before 7 A.M. yesterday hoping to hear the early morning song of thrashers, said this morning, that two thrashers were there about that time, calling but not singing. I had forgotten the time at which I had heard Brownie and Greenie singing yesterday morning and erroneously assumed that the birds he heard were not they. However, checking with yesterday's notes shows that the birds were seen returning from Reynolds' territory about an hour later. In any case, now that the birds have been followed from that territory all the way back further speculation is not necessary. L2:30 P.M. No further observations were made until about 12 noon, at which time I returned from an absence of a couple of hours. There were no thrashers in the glade, but I could hear under-song at an uncertain distance directly west towards the oval lawn. I found Brownie there digging and singing at the base of the wall supporting the western rim of the fill upon which the lawn is placed. This is approximately 200 feet from the chairs in the glade. Greenie was not there (with Brownie) and he may