that I had let fly somewhat to the rear of a neighbor's black cat not long before had something to do with Greenie's hesitation. However, by talking to her, she was stimulated into undersong of several minutes' duration while facing me on the ground, rather an unusual performance for her--perhaps unique--as, at the moment, I have no recollection of similar response from her. It was a busy day for me, so I had little opportunity to observe the birds, although Brownie favored me with a splendid 1/2 song near the berry-patch, full of mimicry and unexpected turns . (For some time I have realized that my first tentative classification of thrasher song must be overhauled; sooner or later it shall be done). January 19th. At 9:20 A.M. the wren was heard scolding as I entered the glade and flew to me almost as soon as I sat down, clinging for a few moments on my coat sleeve before taking the worm. G was the first thrasher to appear, coming out of the bushes to hammer at a lump of suet and chicken feed in front of me and regarding me with indifference until she heard B approaching from the other side of the fence with a heralding chu-u-r-rp, when as B jumped to my knee, she decided to take worms offered in my left hand. B's talk was varied this time, and consisted of a variety of phrases, most of which were inarticu- late and can not be even roughly approximated in writing. There was one resembling the cackling of a hen and another which can be approx- imated as pit-it-che-ee'. (Not a new one). All were low and soft, perhaps not audible beyond about 10 feet. He refused to "call Greenie", (Because G was present?). Neither showed any nesting impulse at this observation. Jan. 20th. About 8:30 A.M. the two thrashers and the wren came into the glade as soon as I sat down, and the usual procedure followed. B talked a little, but I was unable to determine whether it was new or old.