birds for example, seem also attracted by his song. In all this the musical phrase: is delivered frequently with full power, without losing its melodious character. Clearly B has the magic touch; but why, when he attracts all of these bird, doesn't he "do something about it"? 9:57. Still at it. Going out to see operations. 10:30. B was still on the same perch, but his song had changed, the above phrase being absent. Echo of his voice could be returning from the north, but I was unable to determine the object from which it came. He continued full song until 10:15 when a bird went out on the limb to him and they adjourned to the interior of the tree, whence a confused miscellany of sound proceeded of about the volume of 3/4 song and less, with occasional louder phrases. At 10:25 three thrashers sailed down from the tree together and lit near the cage, where they were joined by Bb (previously located). They gradually dispersed amongst the oaks and undergrowth near the eastern end of the property, and all was quiet at 10:30. During this period loud thrasher song came from the north and the south east also, distant birds. There was also soft song in the acacias near the magpie cage while B was singing aloft. Bb came out from there to feed from the hand, but the song continued. The last group of four birds I believe were: B and Bb, certainly, Nova and Nb, probably. Bb's plumage is now distinctly rough and, curiously, he is now just outside the window fully 100 yards from where he was seen a few minutes ago. At 4:30 Brownie climbed the old oak and began full song. In a few seconds he was answered from a point nearby to the east. In a few more seconds Bb was seen approaching from the west. I deflected him temporarily from his course by displaying worms, which he came and