miles away, as the crow flies, to the south east and 4200 feet higher in an arid, uninhabited region. From my limited experience, as to number of individuals observed, it would seem that the California Thrasher, despite his reputation, is not an extremely wild bird, wherever found. Some of the thrashers at Dr. Reynolds's place, of course, may be offspring of Brownie and Greenie tamed here last year. In any case it seems that the experiment of locating Pat over there is working well at present. The thrashers in the Condor territory were not in song, the only sound from them being scrapping. At 1:35 P.M. I went to the glade, but could see no signs of the young birds. However Brownie spotted me at once, got worms, then looked up into the old oak to locate his youngster, but could not see him. For a few moments he was at alosss, but finally ascended the tree, got to the nest, a head popped up, and there was his offspring in nest No. 6 where he had no business to be at all. 10 minutes later I stole up quietly to have a look and found him lying in it shugly as if he belonged there. Clearly he is, at least temporarily, bored with the affairs of the outer world after his long experience in it. July 7th. 9:30 A.M. Brownie's attitude towards Nova's youngster is singular. Plainly he does not want to be concerned with him. Just now B was getting worms from me for his special charge, call him Bb (Brownie's bird) when Nova's bird, Nb, flew from somewhere and landed at my feet. Brownie scolded him a little and he ran away. B, reluctantly, after repeated urging by me, which may possibly have some effect, did at last, take this fellow one billful of worms, but when the youngster followed him for more, B was plainly annoyed and pecked him. The worms were all gone, so I offered B soft food, a mere speck of which he took to Nb grudgingly. The next he took to Bb across the driveway near the berry patch. B was "all fuss ed up" about the matter with