11:45 A.M. The only thrasher seen this morning up to a half hour ago was B, in the dormitory tree, who, when discovered, suddenly pretended to go to work on an invisible nest, then began long 3/4 song. I started to look for them, and went to the oval lawn. Nothing but quail. I waited a few moments. First one thrasher, then another came out, until there were 5, all in sight at the same time, from contact (B) to 25 feet away. Bb and B waited by my side for worms patiently. B's new feathers are lighter than the old ones, with a bluish-silver-gray sheen. Bb was the smallest and slenderest thrasher in the group. Nova looked huge and ragged. One of the others, I suppose, was Nb, but the 5th. one--I dunno. No bird interfered with another in any way. They were eating, digging, sunning and having a good time. One was eating pyracantha berries--unusual here. Strange that Brownie did not get in and stir things up. This must be the Season of Great Peace. Yet at this same time last year, the Snooty, the last survivor of fourth nest , was being hounded merciless- ly. It would seem logically to be a time when thrashers should become more tolerant of each other, on account of the moult and the presumable end of the normal nesting season. Yet last year's experience does not show any parallel. 1:10 P.M. Two thrashers digging amongst the azaleas just outside the window. I do not recognise them. 1:15 By elimination they are neither B nor Bb, because B is in his night roost and Bb near the magpie cage. Again B, when caught napping, made a great show of arranging twigs, still attached to the tree, however. I wonder if he has simply thrown up his "hands" hope- lessly at the prevalence of thrashers here. If so, he himself, is chiefly to blame. August 21st. A great deal of early morning song; yet, just before 8 o'clock, I could not hear or see a thrasher anywhere. There was not even distant