Rhody hanging about the house and upper garden persistently, looking very sleek, but still moulting. There is something in red after all. Both A and T objected seriously to the presence of Julio, whom they ordinarily trust im- plicitly, wearing a red "fez" (Tarboosh). They immediately started a mild panic. The only element in the picture that was new to them was red. After they had calmed down I found that they became rest- less again if they saw it in my hand. I looked up Rhody to see what he thought about it. He was perfectly indifferent. A and T were able to overcome their nervousness while child- ren were playing at the 200 yard location, although they stared intently in that direction from a corner of the cage and while sitting on me. Terry will very soon have but two whole feathers in his tail; another damaged in the debacle being broken at the same point as the others. (After writing the foregoing sentence I went out and cut it off). Sept. 1st. full Much song by B up to about 8:30 A.M., when he switched to sub song. When I called him to me later, he burst into full song on the ground 10 feet in front of me. I felt highly complimented until it developed that he was just starting a singing contest with another thrasher that appeared to be several hundred yards to the south west. For a time the programme was: Come and get one worm; retreat and sing on the ground, over and over. These doings attracted Rhody from nowhere and he came and got what he conceived to be his share, which was all. B retreated to a bush 15 feet away and continued his dialogue with the other bird indefinitely. A little earlier Roughneck was working on the upper lawn and