Sept. 25th. 11:50 A.M. About 7 this morning I heard a few thrasher calls. At 7:45 neither bird was seen in the glade or elsewhere. It had rained during the night and was still cloudy. I thought that possibly the rain, having moistened the surface soil, might have tempted the birds to range over a wider territory. Over at Dr. Reynolds' the birds had not been seen by him for three days. Full song. At 11:20 a thrasher began calling quee'lick at 11:20 from the old oak. It was answered by bursts of full song from the dormitory tree--both locations being verified by going to them. Both birds, although looking very dry were engaged in strenuous preening oper- at ions and were not interested in me for a long time. Greenie came first. Then Brownie perched on the tree overhead and sang beautifully, finally coming down in one direct dive to land at my feet. After eating, she gathered soap-root fibre until she had as large a quantity as I have ever seen her carry. This she carried by a circuitous route to one of the smaller trees in the glade and placed in an empty fork about 8 feet from my eyes and at about the same level. (I was standing on the bank watching her). Although this was lining material, there was nothing there to line. She then began 3/4 song, using as an introduction, the same phrases with which she had been opening her full song a few minutes before. These as noted at the time were something like this: Chew it Chew it Weetweetweet Tor kee ta ware ware These were followed by a succession of complex phrases. Greenie went up to join her. Brownie gathered up again a few of the fibres that had not fallen to the ground and carried them to another part of the same tree, where I could not see what was done with them. I then left.