(568) Jan. 24th. At about 9 A.M. I went to the glade; the usual scene followed with the two thrashers and the wren. B's talk was inarticulate and much was exchanged with his mate. Cat No.11 passes on. At about 10:20, very few birds could be seen and no thrashers anywhere. As I returned to the house, a black cat darted out from the bushes within about 5 feet of the thrasher feeding station at the oval lawn. I got the 22 calibre rifle, and after considerable careful search, saw two yellow eyes and a black mass concealed beneath a bush, and this prowler was added to the score . Immediately afterwards I took a turn about the grounds. There were lots of birds coming from concealment. The glade soon swarmed. The two thrashers and the wren being among the first. Brownie, on my knee, talked volubly, using many phrases, among which were the "Chulk"of the combative quail and a plaintive sort of mewing. An excess of imagination might easily depict this as an imitation of the sound of the gun and the mewing of the cat; just departed! However, that cat had no time to meow. Even Greenie was talkative. (While searching for the cat, a dead Varied thrush in full plumage, was found caught in the wire fence, its beautiful feathers swarming with Argentine ants. Day before yesterday one of these birds was found dead in the driveway; blood had issued from its mouth. The ants had also attacked it. The eyes invariably are first destroyed) These birds have been unusually numerous here this winter and more approachable than I have seen them heretofore). Jan. 25th. About 9 A.M. neither of the thrashers could be found on the place, but the wren showed up promptly and followed me more or less from place to place. Greenie appeared in the glade, coming from the S.E., after about a half hour, took worms from me, then disappeared.