Bird Notes, Part 2, v659
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ing. (535) The little thrasher is getting much more active, and his legs are stronger? but his feet are in bad shape, though perhaps slightly better, as he can cling a little with his toes. He is a rather silent youngster, but with a pleasant tinkling talk when I handle or feed him. He does not seem to resent handling and is pecking at his surroundings quite a lot. He also tries scratching with his feet a little and can stretch out one wing [illegible] by using his foot and legs in approved bird fashion, although he falls over when he does it. On the whole, he appears better. He has had about 3 worms today and a minute portion of soft food. The worms were cut up into pieces and their head ends removed. His thirst continues. I have been feeding him with egg custard, according to the Brocks' recipe, with the "squirt gun" and water with a medicine dropper. He sometimes shakes his head violently but accepts the water eagerly. when the custard is offered him instead of water. (It is not possible to tell in advance which he wants). To see whether it was the medicine dropper that he associated with water, an experiment was made at a time that he refused the food, by offering him the dropper containing food instead of water. This did not deceive him and he refused it promptly. Most of the food was removed from the dropper and water substituted, making a milky mixture. Although thirsty, he refused this. Finally clear water was substituted and he impaled himself on the dropper instantly. I have repeated this one or two times with the same result. At 2:30 both B&G came to me in the glade, the former with a soft, vacup, ting,ting. November 28 th, 1:30 P.M. I have the little thrasher in his box out in the sun in the cloister. I can not see that he is improving. There is a str rather strong north wind blowing through the trees overhead. During a lull I heard what I thought was distant thrasher music; but when