of about 2 feet and can fly from an elevation of about 6 feet and land on the ground about 15 feet away. I have made no attempt to tame him and until about 11 o'clock this morning, no attempt to feed him for two days. At 11, while he was sitting in a tree by the lath house, I approached carefully and he stretched out his neck for and took soft food from the spatula, impaling himself on that instrument in approved fashion. There are no recognizable signs of further nesting operations. July 22nd. At 7:00 A.M. no thrashers in sight anywhere, although Julio says both adults were singing earlier. In a few minutes Greenie (as identified later) was seen in the pines by the north line; Another was heard scrapping in the canyon to the west. By repeated calling this one was induced to come up and proved to be Brownie. She did not care much about coming. For the last 50 or so feet she followed the top of the fence, pausing to sing a little when opposite me, then flew to my feet. She did not want food of any kind (The question is, why did she come up then?) and shortly climbed up into the lower branches of the pine by which I stood until about six feet from the ground and the same distance away from me and sat there doing absolutely nothing for several minutes. She wanted no food, would not come to me, and finally flew off toward the glade. I followed and a several minutes' search all over the place failed to reveal sight or sound of any member of the thrasher tribe. What is it all about? At 10:10 I went to the glade, having made no observations since those recorded. (Was down town and forgot to buy a new ribbon). No.4 was sitting a foot from the ground in an Old Man. I sat on the ground six feet from him and tried to induce him to come out, but he would not, although listening respectfully to my vocal efforts and interestedly observing my endeavors to imitate an adult bird desirous of feeding him. He would not budge and I did not approach