This was for the benefit of Nova (who did not show herself). He then went to look her up and gave us amongst other things, two variations of his bugle call and his whistle followed by the kissing sound. Rhody did not appear on the scene until shortly after my visitors had left. After visiting the cage for meat and skylarking for the magpies, he fooled around on the roof of the lath-house and then settled himself comfortably in the branches of an old-man sage for a good rest. As it looked as if he intended to stay there forever, I left him in peace. I looked in the tree at the Scamell house at 5:15 P.M. Rhody was installed for the night in the exact location of preceding nights with his tail supported by the same branch. When one knows where to look he can actually be seen from the seat of an automobile pass- ing in the street. About the same time B was stowed away in the nest. Work seems to have ceased entirely on the structure. Oct.14th. Very little early morning song was heard. A rather strong, dry, warm wind from the north had come up during the early hours and most of the birds were seeking shelter in the lee of the ridge. Thrashers were heard scrapping off to the east and after some calling Brownie appeared in the street headed for home. As he sat on my knee he kept up a running fire of conversation, which, judging by its general character, I took to be intended for Nova, somewhere near, and so it turned out. About 12:30 I was crouched at the edge of the oval lawn listen- ing to Bb singing softly with unmistakable thrasher quality and watching him dig. He was getting and eating angle-worms. (See earlier comments on thrasher attitude toward these worms). I became aware of something shadowy moving near my right elbow