Bird Notes, Part 3, v660
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704 Release of Jay Prisoner At 3:45 P.M. the Stellar Jay banded by Mr. Cain was released and flew off with shrieks of derision. July 11th. 1934 R.R. refuses skinned sparrow. Young thrasher again occupies old nest. The road-runner, though friendly enough and in receptive mood, did not want the skinned sparrow this morning. At 9:30 A.M. Brownie seemed somewhat at a loss as to where to take the worms, but soon went directly to old nest No. 6 (No. 1 of 1934, in which Little B and Little G were born) from which a tail was seen projecting. This proved to be Bb, lying in it comfortably, ready to be fed like a nestling instead of a bird 12 days from the nest. B fed him, then made two more trips to him as if everything were normal, and the youngster remained there with no sign of leaving. It is cool and shady there. Pat's new friend outside, eats chicken feed. Somewhat earlier I looked up Pat at Dr. Reynolds. He and his new friend, who is there almost constantly, are much interested in each other. The latter is very fond of ordinary chicken feed, rather strange diet for a thrasher, though frequently noted with others at this place. Night roost. At bed-time Brownie conducted Bb to a tree which I have not seen used by the thrashers as a night roost before. Now disposed her bird in still another place, not precisely located. July 12th. B looks for Bb. At 9:25 A.M. Brownie came to me for worms in the glade, then began to climb the various baccharis bushes in search of Bb, calling. I looked up at nest 6 and saw that the youngster was comfortably installed in it with only head and tail showing, exactly like an adult in- cubating. He paid no attention whatever to B's calls. B continued his search for about 5 minutes, but did not think of looking in the nest. He began to make plaintive warbling sounds, then gave it up, consoling himself by eating the worms; then preened, pulling out a few loose feathers. In a few minutes he made another effort with worms. This time I stood below the nest and tried to attract his attention to the