Rhody prowled all about the bushes, watched the titmice going in and out of their box, started to go up to it and changed his mind, booed, sang and inspected the interior of the dining room from the outside with his bill almost against the glass. He seemed not to notice his reflection. Mar.10th. The usual singing, regular incubation, etc. Rhody spent hours in the aggregate lying on the ground in the sun, also singing from various places, including the roof. As I was lunching in the "cloister" Rhody appeared unexpectedly walking rapidly by me, headed for the dining room. The French win- dows had been left open and he entered without hesitation, spending 15 minutes there looking around, but curiously, he devoted most of his time to quiet contemplation of the outdoors from the inside. He showed no nervousness at all, did not peck the glass and when it came time to leave, wasted no time in searching for a way out but went directly to the open window on the east side (he had been looking out the south windows) and passed unhurriedly into the garden. He had not been enticed in any way to enter. I went down to see and hear the thrasher that has taken up his residence at Mr. Sampson's . This is the bird that arouses B's interest. I found him tame enough to allow approach to 15 feet or less without his running away and he had no hesitation in singing almost continuously for a half hour in my presence. I suspect that he is one of B's offspring that I have tamed in the past. His full song is much more like the mocking-bird's than B's . I could identify only two of B's minor phrases (musical) tentatively- ly and none of B's words. There was no mimicry, but he is a very fine singer, differing as much from B, I would say, as the Le Conte thrasher and more like the latter.