At 10:10 I went to the western line of the property to observe B's return and note if he was successful in getting Nova to accompany him. Shortly I heard his voice nearer and nearer and he passed me about 40 feet away headed in the general direction of the nest. I waited until 10:15 to see if Nova would follow, but she did not appear. I then went to the nest, finding B in it, singing softly at intervals apparently to himself. Arrival of visitors prevented further observa- tions. 1:25. Since the foregoing note B has been back and forth between the nest and the canyon several times. Evidently Nova has a mind of her own. 1:35. 5 minutes ago a bird was sitting quietly in the nest. When it came down it was seen to be B, undecided as between lining and worms, the latter winning. Between worms he kept looking up at the nest as if expecting a goblin to pop out of it suddenly and was plainly nervous about something. Finally he went off to gather lining calmly. No Nova in sight. At about 2 P.M. Nova walked out from the bushes on top of which B was preening. About 4 P.M. two of us were sitting near the oval lawn and I heard the Russet-backed thrush song a short distance away, remarking to my companion that that was a thrush, adding immediately a reservatin to the effect that it might be Brownie, who had not been heard for some time, and was supposed to be down in the canyon, when B, himself, stepped out on to the lawn. I called him over (across the space he does not like to cross) and he jumped up on to my foot which was on one knee, and sang the thrush song beautifully. "right in my face". This he repeated with other phrases, then hung about the lawn and the bushes singing over and over again, perhaps two dozen times, a combination of which he appeared to be especially enamored at the time, viz: