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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