an hour longer. I put this young one in the cage also. Greenie soon came to me as I sat by the cage, for worms and did not seem much concerned about his captive offspring. He showed where the third one was--only about ten feet away in a very thorny bush. This one was captured by thrusting a long stick into the bush and inducing him to step up onto it, then the stick was pulled out carefully with him sitting calmly on the end. He also was ready for soft food and, like both of the others, showed no fear. Greenie tried persistently to feed the young birds through the wire mesh with indifferent success. Brownie joined her efforts after deciding there was not much point in sitting longer in an empty nest. I made a hole one inch square through the wire mesh and sat on the grass within arm's length. Both the young birds and the parents saw the point at once and tried to do their respective parts, but it did not work well, so I fed the young thrashers myself at about half hour intervals. No force-feeding was necessary. However, I wanted the old birds to have as much to do with the young as they chose, insofar as confinement of the latter would permit, both for the sake of the parents, who were my oldest friends and were showing considerable concern at my doings, as well as for the young. Accordingly I got the cage used by Mr. Brock's orioles and inserted a panel of 1 inch hexagonal mesh wire screen ("Chicken wire") in such a way that the parent birds could pass food downward through it. This worked all right the few times it was used, but the parents, for some reason best known to themselves, persisted in ignoring it most of the time. The young ones seemed happy and contented enough as I kept up the half-hour feeding schedule, but the parents were anxious and kept up a continuous calling, carrying food in their bills at all times and not seeming able to deliver it. Brownie, for example, carried the same three meal-worms for nearly an hour; before delivering them after repeated trials.