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fairy chorus when grub is in prospect and much prefers to have it
pushed down his gullet by B rather than to dig for it himself. He
can fly like a professional and his digging technique is perfect
in appearance, though I doubt whether it is very effective. He
knows that human beings are in some way to be associated with food
and is ready to do his part in a taming process, but he is doomed
to be chased away by his parents. B has, once or twice, shown
some impatience with him and exacts commision on food supplies now
passing through his "hands", instead of delivering them intact.
Cat after young-
ster?
At about noon, as I passed the glade, the Persian cat (See
notes Apr.26) ran out and fled. Returning to the glade, I found
the little thrasher there, out in the open on the ground. He must
have had a narrow escape. He was immediately interested and,
although B was not with him to set the example, ran directly to me
to pick up all worms tossed to him. (Intermittent rain).
R drinking
again.
R looks like
Gloomy Gus.
An effective
cure.
At about 3 P.M. Rhody was noted drinking at the glade, though
this is anything but a thirsty day. He wanted neither meat nor
worms and sat on the ground gloomily looking like a large, ragged
pine cone, pretending not to see me 6 feet away. I got a live mouse,
reserved for his special benefit, released it near him. It ran off
at high speed. Rhody immediately became a sleek, much interested
bird and chased it for forty feet where it took refuge in a crack
in a loose wall of stone. R planted himself facing the wall, look-
ing bored again. Soon the mouse jumped out of the wall straight
through the air
toward Rhody, and into R's mouth. R did not have to move his head
at all! R killed the mouse (as I thought) and began his standard
side
tactics with living prey, walking about with a glance now and then
at the victim. However, this time, he was too careless and the
mouse darted under the trees where R was unable to find him again,
abandoning the search to sun his back and think things over.
Mouse commits
suicide.
This sounds
like a lie!
R over con-
fident.