(414) I went to the glade and called--no results. I thought I saw something go up into Greenie's tree. At 6:10 I went towards the dormitory (Brownie's tree). A flock of quail flew up into it noisily, then there was a great disturbance in it and alarm calls of quail. I thought:"Brownie is home and is chasing them out". And so it proved. Brownie had herself well settled in her accustomed perch at 6:15. Sunset at 6:09, air temperature at 6:20, 62 degrees F. Clear--dead calm. Sept.23rd. At 5:30 A.M. as I awakened I heard loud thrasher calls toward the glade interspersed with short snatches of song. This lasted for a few minutes and there was silence. At 7:30 the birds were not at the glade. I did not look for them again until about 8, but saw that they had been working at the oval lawn in the meantime. Brownie came to me in the road near the old oak and got worms. Greenie could be heard approaching. Brownie went to the dormitory. I followed and found Greenie already there trying to break off dead twigs and later coming down for loose ones on the ground, dropping them in favor of the worms offered. In the meantime Brownie had gone to room A and was working on dead twigs over her head. They wre both busy as I left, but making no showing. About 2 P.M. Brownie and Greenie came into the glade in the presence of Donald Brock.--first "Brownie and then Greenie. As soon as my visitor saw Greenie he at once--without my having raised the point--picked him very positively as the male bird. He and his father have caught(and released)many thrashers. When Brownie came forward for a worm "the" fly was sitting on top of her head, later crawling underneath her neck feathers. About 2:30 one thrasher was singing undersong in the glade and there were two others in the berry patch. I did not identify any of