(451) Actions now resemble those during nesting period. ing the nest and Brownie was on the ground beneath, but without the worm in her bill. This worm she had "crimped" while standing on my hand, an action which I have not seen performed except when the worm was intended for a very young nestling that needed to have its food treated in this way. (See earlier notes). The actions of these birds are now resembling more and more those which have previously been witnessed in connection with serious brood-rearing operations. Nest finished; Thrashers loaf. At 3 P.M. there were no thrashers in the vicinity of the nest, nor were they in the glade. After a few minutes, calling brought a scr[illegible]from the south-east and Brownie shortly appeared. When she had eaten she did not pick up nesting material, but immediately went down into the chaparral on the south bank. I went there to see what the attraction might be, but she was merely wandering aimlessly about. I left her and returned to the glade. In a few minutes Greenie came for worms, picked up a fibre at my feet and then dropped it. Brownie one returned after several minutes, had more worm, then she and Greenie joined forces and dug a little way behind me. This looks as if they might consider the nest completed. This is approximately 20 days since the first work was actually commenced at this site, although there was aimless carrying of nesting material much earlier B sleeps in nest.6:06. No further observations until 6 o'clock, at which time Brownie was snug in the nest and Greenie was at his accustomed roost. This is pretty soft for Brownie. They should build one for Greenie also. Greenie knows all about the house, has been in it many times now. Yet I suppose force of habit, if nothing else, will make him stick in the other tree. October 10th. At 7:45 A.M. the thrashers could not be found any place. I called repeatedly in all directions without eliciting response of any kind. Finally top notes of thrasher song could be heard off to the east, I should say about 250 yards from the glade, over at Robinson's