1410 Brownie next went up the old oak and sang beautifully for us. Nova was in the glade below digging, then gathering lining. Perhaps there is no finished thrasher nest. At 3 P.M., during my absence, Julio gave Rhody a mouse, as I learned on my return at about 4 P.M., Rhody being then not to be found. At 5:03 I went to the roost tree just in time to see Rhody jumping from his last position in the ladder tree, still with the mouse. He lay down in the nest first, then ate the mouse. After that he squirmed around until he got his tail comfortably disposed against the rest provided in the house for that purpose. He now began to adjust the structure and make things tidy. I waited until about 5:15 to see if he would go for more material, but he appeared to be finished for the day. Making Friends With a New Thrasher A half hour earlier I heard the low digging-song of a thrasher in the sage patch near the glade. Careful approach and observation showed that it was neither Brownie not Nova. I tossed it worms, which it did not see. Soon it went to the glade and began digging. I approached carefully, stood behind a bush 15 feet from it and tossed more worms. It began to pick them up. One stuck in a bush short of the objective. The bird flew directly toward me, lit in the bush 6 feet from me, got the worm, studied me a little in a self-possessed way, then moved off into the bushes. I now moved to the center of the open part of the glade, fully exposed, and tossed one worm at a time in the direction of the bird, which I could not see, although Julio outside the glade could. The bird came out of the bushes at once and took each worm confidently; when I dropped them nearer to me it took them just the same, until it was picking them up no further than 5 feet from me. At no time did it show fear. It left, also without being frightened. I had thought that the bird might be Nova, possessed of a sudden bold streak, and foraging while Brownie was attending to the hypo- t hetical nest at the Robinsons', which would be true to form, and it is not impossible for a bird to "break" and become suddenly tame this way. I have seen it happen more than once. But this bird, beside not acting like Nova, did not have Nova's prominent superciliary stripe. It is possible, of course, that Brownie has a new mate, and this is it; but my guess is that it is one of Brownie's offspring that was tamed many months ago, driven away and now taken advantage of B's frequent absences to forage in this territory. (Even so, it might still be a new mate of B's). (Incidentally thrashers, doubtless thanks to B, are now singing all over the neighborhood and at the homes of friends, some of whom have paid me the high compliment of thinking of me, automatic- ally, when they hear the thrashers!) Another possibility, though remote: The new bird may be the 1 long-lost Greenie, whom Brownie has found again and with whom he has re-mated. (In the interests of science, all these birds should have been banded). Refer to second line on this page: The bird referred to there may not have been Nova. I recall thinking at the time that it was surprisingly tame for Nova, in view of all the children present. But Nova has been with Brownie within the last day or so. March 14th. I called on Rhody at 6:25 A.M. He was not in his house-nest, but in his regular roost in the branches about 4 feet from it. When I stood below him and spoke to him, he stretched out his neck