ceanothus and cotoneaster as his singing point, and although the foliage is not especially thick, and I could tell within 6 feet where he was, it took 5 minutes to lay eyes on him sitting back toward me and not at all interested in my offers of food. Bb repeatedly came from the [illegible] to get worms without being solicitated, but not B, until on one of my visits to see if he was still there, he came flying, running and bounding like a rubber ball and ate all of my worm supply, then, with a strong push of his feet, headed for the glade. Now, why the change from yesterday? 2:45 P.M. A short time ago at the oval lawn, there was some kind of a flurry involving, B, Bb and a rabbit, in which it seemed that the rabbit was being attacked and driven off by the birds. I was about 25 feet away, but the action was too rapid to follow easily. In any event, it was the quadruped that fled. 9:30 P.M. The rest of the afternoon brought forth no new events; Brownie, however, continued subdued all the rest of the day, singing undersong and staying home, with occasional thinking periods at his night roost in the dormitory tree. He seemed to prefer to be alone, until a little after 6 P.M. he began calling from the old oak as if summoning his clan, and whether or not that was his purpose, there were responses from different directions converging upon his location. During the last week or so the thrashers have used the upper garden, just outside this window, more than during many months preceded put together. They seem to be waking up to its food potentialities. One of the Kurume azaleas (in full bloom in August) continues to be a sort of May-pole about which one of them cavorts all by himself with extravagant posings and sudden dashes as if playing with a companion invisible to human eyes. The Season of Great Peace still seems to be with us.