At 9 O'clock I went to the glade. Brownie appeared at once, sat facing me and preened, occasionally singing a song reminiscent of that of the Green-backed Goldfinch in volume and general character, but not resembling it enough to be an imitation. Greenie came running at her with a long, drawn-out hare and chased her for about 6 feet. Both birds came to me for worms, one at each hand until Brownie jumped up on my knee. They were both very talkative, using many n sounds and much concerned at the rustlings of the Jays overhead gathering acorns. The thrashers kept track of each other closely and when Greenie was disposed to wander, his mate from her position on my knee, would turn her head to look for him and call, once using the call yaycup-yaycup. About 9:15 they went off together, but not to nesting activities. 11:15. I found a little gopher snake about 12 inches long, about 10:45, and took him to the glade, putting him on the ground between my feet as I sat in the chair. He was a courageous little fellow and did not try to run away, but puffed his neck out back of his head, hissed at me and struck viciously whenever I made a movement too close to him. His hiss is not a mere sibilant sound, but has a sort of croaking undertone, with surprising volume for so small a creature. Brownie soon came and stood looking at him and then at me, just as a dog does waiting for orders. He hissed at her and struck, she dodged back, cocked her tail up at right angles to her body, spread out like a fan and raised her wings until the back almost touched, then danced about him--a very pretty sight viewed from such close range. The thrashers much prefer snakes when they are looking in the other direction, especially when they are running away; but this one would not run. Brownie seemed more curious than anything else, although she did land a few resounding pecks on him at opportune moments. When he retreated slowly under my chair, Brownie followed him and I could not see what happened. She retired to