Brownie nearly all the time in the glade. There is now doubt about her moulting. July 31st. The territories occupied by the birds during the day were the same as yesterday, Greenie being the only one to feed No.4. Neither adult has been seen to leave the grounds to forage foe some days. Brownie at 4:30 P.M. is still in the glade, where she spends most of her time in the low bushes working on her feathers. When I went in at about four she ran to me at once singing her undersong, and jumped up into my lap to get both worms and soft food. When she got down she dug about within a few feet and sang her undersong with such intensity as make it almost full song. She then came and lay down in front of me, just 2 feet from my feet, and sang continuously for 20 minutes. (Estimated). It was still singing with the beak closed, but it required a lot of muscular effort just the same. Her breast being on the ground (also her tail) she bounced up and down in a comical way, and was so much in earnest about it and so intent on doing nothing but sing, that it kept me chuckling to myself throughout the whole performance. Toward the finish it was necessary to do a first class sun-fit, but the spirit of song was so strong that she continued fragmentary snatches throughout the seizure. Next five or six minutes were spent in a thorough going over, during which pin feathers were quite plainly to be seen on the wings. After this another sun-fit partly under my chair, up to my lap for one worm, then into the sage for some more sub-song. For a bird that is moulting she seems surprisingly happy. Query: Why did she come and sing at my feet? She did not want food, and she was not called. August 1st. At 8:25 A.M. No.4 was the only thrasher in sight, eating out of a dish at the oval lawn, like a veteran. A 25 minute search