singing. About 9 the first thrasher seen was Nb, who came from the chaparral outside the fence without being solicited, for worms. A new phase in his behavior was his gathering up worms in his bill, then putting them on the ground and preparing them, then picking them up again and running off toward the bushes making the "blue-bird" approach call, just as if he were an adult bird feeding young. Shortly afterwards the place was again "full" of thrashers. 2:30 P.M. The immediately following observations cover unusual and in some instances, unprecedented behavior here: Just before noon B jumped to my knee in the glade, now beginning to look fairly respectable. (I.e B is). Bb came and scolded with open bill when he saw B, but hung about. B would not let me give Bb any worms at first, or rather he would grab them all, but finally retired to a point behind me where he sang continuously for several minutes and permitted Bb to get all the worms. Bb then climbed the old oak and entered nest 6 (the first one of this year). There he worked on displaced twigs and lining and removed oak leaves, then lay down in the nest. 20 Minutes later when I left he was still there and B was still singing undersong from a point where he could see everything in the glade. I returned at 1:15, at which time Brownie himself was sitting on the nest, Bb on the ground. Both came to me for food and I was able to supply both, there being no chasing. At 1:38 Brownie returned to the nest and lay down in it. He did not leave it until 2:12, nearly three quarters of an hour occupancy At 1:45 he began to sing in the nest, sub-song. At 1:50 Nova, much to my surprise, entered the glade quite fearlessly and went up to the nest. B greeted her with the Russet backed thrush song, turned and faced her and she came down into the glade, where she dug, preened and sunned in the open before me. Bb was a little worried about her at first, assuming an attitude of defense, but the worst she did was to appropriate for her own use three of the holes which he had dug, ejecting him in the pro- cess. Nova was shortly joined by another thrasher (Nb) and both wandered away. Bb hung about me all the time, digging and sunning and hoping that I had more worms. When a chipping sparrow that had been drying himself on a branch nearby flew over his head, Bb followed on foot and tried to catch him. About 2:05 Brownie began to dig in the bottom of the nest with regular thrasher side-sweeps and piled the lining up about the rim and over himself, so that he appeared as if immersed in a kind of haze. At 2:12 he came to me, but I had nothing for him. I neglected to record that Bb spent another period (5 minutes this time) in the nest, a few minutes before Brownie entered.