appearance. I think, that if B had not stirred him up, he would have returned to his old allegiance. In any case the bird, the bird was not much afraid of me; less in fact than he was of B and it appears almost certain that he was at least one of a brood reared at this place. If it was Bb, then the change in his eye-color has taken place. Nov. 29th. Everthing as usual. Nov. 30th, No early morning song heard at all. This was a day of requent hawk raids; one unsuccessful one on a brown towhee terminated on the ground 40 feet from me. Birds were scarce all day. There was not a sign of a thrasher of any kind, and not one was even heard, although I looked for them repeatedly, as late as 4:30 P.M. Up until the same time there had been nothing seen of Rhody either, and he had not visited the cage for meat. (I looked in his roost then). These are both highly unusual circumstances, attributable, probably to the hawks. 5:20 P.M. I went to Rhody's roost again at 5:10 and found him there. A few minutes later, I looked up at Brownie's nest. There he was. Dec. 1st. Although hawk raids continued with undiminished frequency, the day began with early song and all thrashers (including Bb ?) were frequently seen. Rhody also contributed his share to the scene. Rhody positively will not abide the presence of strangers. He will start running as soon as he catches sight of them; yet Julio and I can walk up to him at the same time without disturbing him. He clearly makes a distinction between individuals. This was again demonstrated today when two young visitors wished to see him. Though they did not get near him, and approached carefully, he bolted down the driveway down onto the street.