(4/4) Thrashers loaf. now that conditions favor his loafing with a reasonable excuse. Most of the time since the last observation the thrashers have fooled around on the south slope. Once, however, Greenie climbed the old oak and sang a few bars loudly, beginning with: [illegible] Pe-yor-ra, Keent' (Temp.62).In the living room, where all curtains have been drawn all day it is 80.(Latter temp. unreliable) 4:00 P.M. A fog is approaching from the north-west. Simultaneous readings made on three thermometers which have been found to check reasonably well with each other, show: Comparative temperatures. strong Shade temp. in the wind, 10 feet from nest, 56 deg. " " " upper garden in lee of house 60 " " " on south slope, slightly breezy 66 " Night roost. 6:02 P.M. I though surely Brownie would not occupy her regular roost with a chilly wind from the north-west, but she is there. There are literally thousands of places about the grounds where it is an almost perfect calm. Even Greenie's roost only 30 or 40 feet away, but still on top of the ridge, is practically windless tonight on account of its location with respect to the pines. Other birds (probably Brown Towhees) were being driven out by him as I looked up into his tree. October 7th. 7:40 A.M. At 7:25 I looked for the thrashers at the nest and in the immediate surroundings, but could not find them. I went to the glade and called; both came running from the direction from which I had just came. Brownie jumped up to my knee with an involuntary pip! (perhaps the first symptoms of pneumonia from having slept all night in the wind!). I fed them both with two hands, and after only G drives out birds. B pips.