singer. She was indifferent to my presence, so I decided to time her. She sat about 20 feet away, so it was possible to hear the slightest phrase. The song, produced with bill closed, lasted continuously for 18½ minutes, except for four interruptions, none lasting as long as ten seconds. Two were caused by the need for a short preening, one by an attempt to catch an insect buzzing around her and one by the flight of some small birds just over her head which startled her. In this undersong she introduced phrases reminiscent of the King bird and the Flicker. She stopped to get food at the thrasher stand and came to me only on invitation. The necessity for feeding young being now less pressing it is reasonable to expect that the adult birds will approach me less often. (Brownie has resumed her undersong). Brownie stayed in the vicinity of the oval lawn all the rest of the afternoon --or, rather she was there every time I saw or heard her. Greenie, on the other hand, remained in the vicinity of the glade faithfully attending No.4. I can not understand what has come over him. When I am there he acts just as Brownie has been doing; Brownie now being the standoffish one, while he hangs around casting sheep's eyes at me. Of course I know it is because the feeding job has, by some hocus-pocus, been palmed off on him --how I do not know--and he does not intend to dig in the sun-baked earth if he can help it. His digging when I am around is the merest pretence and it is easy to see that he is just waiting for the whistle to blow. 8 P.M. Cat No.7 has just been permanently delivered from all temptation arising in connection with the careless resting habits of thrashers. It seems strange that not one of Brood No.1 has ever been seen again, even momentarily, since the last record of its appearance was made and, now that [illegible] one young one of Brood No. 2 seems to be the only one being fed and two cats have been seen today--the first in a long time--I fear that something may have happened to them.