vicinity of the magpie cage, from which point I could watch him, the dormitory tree and vicinity, my object being to see if the feed of worms would stimulate nesting activity or cause him to visit the nest. While there I whistled his A song to see if he would respond; but his answer was to come and sit on my knee and finish the worms. He then tried to pull a branch off of a gooseberry bush, seemed to think of going to the nest; but finally fell to digging, accompanying himself with a soft song. Next he climbed a small oak, shook some of the twigs with his bill, then descended for more digging. Dec.4th. Strong wind. A strong north wind and no early song heard, though I may have missed it. Rhody comes to call. Rhody, a hundred feet beyond the west fence, in the bushes, responded to call in a dignified manner as if to let me know that he was coming anyway. He reached through the wire for a worm at a time as long as they lasted. On my return with some meat, he was seen and heard across the street tapping on Mrs. Scamell's dining room window. He next chased a brown towhee out in the street, then headed for the cage to get his own meat. He is getting distinctly used to the mirror and treats it rather casually. Getting used to mirror. B singing from nest. At about 3:10 B was singing from the dormitory tree, snugly stowed in his nest which swayed in the strong wind; although it is behind the screen, the branches project above it. (Temp.62). I wonder if other male thrashers have family matters so constantly in mind as B appears to have. B's defective feather. The defective feather is still present in his left wing and I never see him work on it. Nova here. Nova is still often with him; but not at the nest.