B looks for his brood. In 21 minutes B left and came for worms. He then took a billfull into and went off in the bushes in the glade calling for the young birds with the "blue-bird" call. Poor B. Evidently he can not fit all of his own observations together and arrive at the correct answer. Young back to normal. 2:30 P.M. Just returned from R's. When I approached the aviary, the young thrashers began to call. When I entered, they came to me for food, having apparently either forgotten or forgiven my treachery of the forenoon. Nest occupied continuously. 6:00 P.M. On every visit to the thrasher nest since 9:15 A.M. it was seen to be occupied. By all precedent this should mean one egg. Youngsters adapting them- selves. I visited the young thrashers twice more during the afternoon, both times they came readily to me for food. They are not trying to escape, and have found good places in which to rest quietly and doze. They seem to be adapting themselves quickly to their new environment. April 25th. R.R. At about 6 A.M. the road runner was heard cooing in the direction of the old oak. Young birds happy. About 7:30 the young thrashers at R's seemed quite contented, taking worms from our hands. As noted many times, once tamed, they seem to make no distinction between persons who offer them food and make no quick movements. Roadrunner. At 8 the Roadrunner was still here, cooing from the top of the old oak, preening and sunning. He made no objection to my approaching and standing below him in the open. At 9:30 (time of this entry) he is still in the oak cooing. He has spent certainly not less than an hour there this morning. B's long shift. B seemed to occupy the nest from about 7 to 9, as he was the only one seen in it. At 9 shifts were changed. I expected B to sing after he stretching and eating, but he did not. In fact has not been heard to utter a single sound this morning. B silent. At 10 A.M. Brownie was on the nest. I handed him a worm and then felt under him. He seized a finger and bit as hard as he could and would not let go as long as I fumbled around him, and would not ease