After about a half hour of this I left him to get some meat for him as he had not taken any from the cage during the morning. On returning, I found him in another place unexpectedly--almost stepping on him. He was crouched down apprehensively, yet as soon as he saw the meat, came and took it from my fingers at once, though shyly. I got some more and found he had moved again. He ate this also. accustomed It seems strange that he should not have gone to the place for it if he was hungry. I find that in hunting for food he does dig in the ground, though superficially, and without the rhythm of the thrasher. His dig- ging is more casual, but he uses side sweeps of the fill also. He does not scratch to remove litter from the surface. The "garters" previously commented upon, do not go all the away around. They now appear to be places where the horny scales are missing and there are several distributed at random on each tarsus and of the same dull, slatey blue shade as the eye patch. Throughout the rest of the day Brownie and Nova were constantly in touch with each other, B showing little interest in me as a pur- veyor of food. Oct.7th. A lot of early morning song. About 7:50 Brownie climbed the old oak and began calling Nova in considerably less than full voice--showing that she was not far away- as was proven by her promptly joining him. A few minutes later Bb appeared (he was very "scarce" yesterday) evidently under the misapprehension that the invitation included him. B soon demonstrated that BB was mistaken and there followed a series of rapid evolutions in the acacias along the north line by means of which Bb learned the truth. B could not catch him and disappeared. I endeavored to coax Bb to come to me, but he was too much upset. A soft pewh was heard behind me and Brownie was there demanding worms.