July 20th, Julio says that both young thrashers roosted in the same tree last night, Brownie going to the same acacia which he has been using recently--about 30 feet away. 1:30P.M. On return from guard duty, Nova was seen to fly from the glade. When I entered Bb ran out of the bushes toward me, hesitated, then when I displayed worms, ran to me and took them from my hand. This is only the third time I have tried to get into friendly relations with him. Nb then came out, but would not come to me. Brownie then came, dropping feathers along the way. This time, instead of eating all the worms himself as he did yesterday, he fed Bb but not Nb. With B present it is a hopeless job to try feeding the youngsters with worms. It looks as if the family were coming together again. July 21st. Perhaps it is, but there were no further symptoms of it today. to Brownie is now developing a huge appetite which he is scrupulously attending to before ministering to the needs of his special charge. He appears to be making up for the eating-time lost since the last set of eggs hatched. Perhaps also the rapid growth of new feathers requires a greater fuel supply. He is not satisfied with a half dozen meal-worms at a time, and when I hold my hand over the box to keep him from getting them all, he pecks me hard, hooks his bill over my fingers and tries to pull them apart. When he decides that I am not going to let him have any more for the present, he falls back upon the soft food and suet mixtures. Most of his time is now spent in preening, sunning, dozing and singing a fairy-like quarter song while lying on the ground near me, (I assume in order to detect any preliminary signs on my part of reconsidering the matter of food supply). Nb he will not feed at all, and Bb is being given occasional