Bird Notes, Part 3, v660
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Sept.6th. Much singing. 9:30 A.M. Brownie is singing enthusiastically from one of the pines; he has been at it almost continuously since first heard this morning early. Nova and B together. Nova is with or near him most of the time, more or less vocal. At times she answers him with her full song from an adjoining tree. N's song. For the present, at least, it is not nearly so good as B's. Both of them have gone repeatedly into the dormitory tree, behind the wind screen, and B has shaken twigs at various points there. Other thrashers singing. Other thrashers are to be heard in the distance; so the present excitement is not confined to my birds. If they should nest again, it would seem that it may be a characteristic of thrashers in general to nest again late in the summer. Bb's moult. Bb is looking pretty shabby about the body and has new pin-feather showing on his head. He looks small and frail when he comes to me for worms and spends much time in the garden near the house. (He is here now catching bees on an azalea in full bloom by the window) Nb has not been seen this morning, but was about yesterday. Thrasher under sprinkler. 10:05 One of the thrashers, probably Bb, but I cannot tell which because he is so wet, is enjoying himself hugely in the spray of the lawn sprinkler. Rhody getting spoiled. Rhody is being spoiled by his friends with mice and sparrows. He had two fine mice yesterday and this morning, when offered meat, merely turned it over with his bill and cast sheep's eyes at me through his long lashes. There is still no sign of his ever having rejected indigestible portions of the animals eaten, and it appears that there is no such portion for road-runners. had B takes a long rest. By 11 o'clock, all this feverish activity palled on Brownie, and by stealing up quietly, I found him with closed eyes, resting comfortably in his night roost, oblivious to the affairs of the outside world. B wakes up. At 12 o'clock he was still there. This time, when he saw me, he came down about a foot at once and began picking loose fibres and small twigs that had lodged in crotches of the tree. When