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The birds then disappeared. During all of this time, i.e. from 7:45
to 8:15 the birds paid not the slightest attention to me. Singing
was almost constant and ranged from 3/4 to full. As far as I could
see the principal singer was largely a spectator, merely following
the chase. I think it was Brownie, but am by no means certain.
No fighting was seen and I had no glasses.
I call thrashers
from Indian Gulch. At 9:30 I went to the fence along the north line and stood
about 50 feet from the N.W. corner looking down over the chaparral
slope into the canyon due west. I heard scrapping beyond the
street and saw two thrashers appear on top of an oak yds. to the
west and feet lower. I began calling at 9:35. The scrapping
stopped and both birds dropped from the tree on my side. Between us
was the chaparral about 6 feet high and I could just see the top of
the tree in which they were seated sitting. I continued calling
and moved to the west fence . In about 5 minutes there was rustling in
some scrub oaks forming the southern boundary of the chaparral patch,
and I caught glimpses of two thrashers about 50 feet from me and 8
to 10 feet up in the branches. They worked their way towards me
with occasional loud bursts of song on the part of one of them and
low calls by the other. The nearer, when about 25 feet away, flew
to the top of the wire fence landing about ten feet from me. I dis-
played worms and it came rapidly towards me in sidelong jumps, head
pointing first east and then west at right angles to the fence, the
top wire being too small for it to walk on. The wire is so small that
the bird's claws make more than one complete turn around it with the
claws on top of the wire, but still pointing in the normal direction.
This one was Brownie. Due to the height of the fence and the sharp slope she was right in my face, too close for clear focus. She could
not balance well on the wire so I gave her a finger to sit one. She
talked volubly in very deep tones with throat swelling out like a
large bubble. Greenie also flew to the fence, but continued his flight
Enthusiastic return.
B balances
on small
wire.
B "in my
face".