that Greenie and the wren lit on my hand at the same instant, frightening each other away temporarily. Jan. 9th. The thrashers were about as usual, B singing undersong; but no full song was heard here. Cheeky wren. As I was crouched down digging in the garden with a trowel, the wren gave me a start by suddenly climbing up my leg to my knee, where he began to scold to draw my attention to his pressing need for food. I knew he was somewhere about, but was not prepared for this sudden apparition. In many respects he is bolder than either thrasher, and seems to keep pretty well informed of my movements. Jan. 10th. Busy in the garden and few observations made. Considerable undersinging and occasional loud calls. Jan. 11th. Full song. Brownie favored me with a few bursts of full song while sitting about 15 feet from me. Hawks have been raiding the place the last few days, making the birds shy. While digging in the garden occasional creatures are turned up that look as if they might be a preliminary stage of the Jerusalem cricket; they are about an inch and a half long. I usually offer them to the thashers, who are very fond of them. This morning the wren snatched one out of my hand before either of the thrashers could get there and flew off with it. I was surprised that so small a bird would tackle so large an insect. Jan. 12th.... Rain has commenced to fall. Bird reaction to enemies. 11:15 A.M. It lasted less than 5 minutes. Going to the glade at 9:45, revealed the place bare of birds. Calling brought no response, but a thrasher was heard scrippin a long way off to the S.E. The sound seemed to approach for a time, then ceased entirely, and a hawk was seen sitting on a rock directly in line with the point from