that I had tossed and they had not previously retrieved. After a chase I managed to catch this youngster, the parents being apparently unconcerned until I caught it, when, as the bird yelled vociferously, they became much excited and seemed about to attack me, scolding loudly. They were joined by towhees, wren- ts and other birds. None of them followed me as I carried the young bird away. When I got it home it was still angry and fright- ened. I squirted moistened soft-food down its gullet while it was yelling and instantly thereafter we were friends, taking food read- ily when hungry, recognizing me as the source of food, showing no fear reactions--an astonishingly quick reversal of attitude toward me. From its initial behavior I thought this was the "bad" one, but, in the sequel, it was identified as the big, "good" one. About 3 P.M. I went back to see if I could get the other one, although I had little hope of success. The thick shrubbery and steep slopes making it not only difficult to find birds, but still harder to catch them with the hands. Everything was quiet for about a half hour. Finally I heard one of the parents. By moving about I learned the area in which they were most sensitive. (Incidentally tossing them worms, some of which they took). By withdrawing until their scolding subsided to an almost negligible amount I hoped that they would "tell" the youngster that the field was clear and he might make his whereabouts known. Whether the reasoning was correct or not, that is the way it worked out. A slight rustle in the ivy below one of the parents, and I had him. The gathering of birds was repeated in response to the chick's and parents' outcries, but I bore him off struggling. When I got him home with the other it was seen that he was the smaller,"bad" one and he had to be forced to take food, though he began to relent slightly as the day wore on, and by 9 P.M., he voluntarily sought food from me. The big bird: Okii (Oh-kee: Japanese for big) is much stronger and can use the perches. The small bird: Chiisai (Chee-ee: Japanese for little) can not get up on a perch 3 inches from the floor of the cage. May 21st. At 5:30 A.M. the young thrashers were in the same places where they were when last seen last night, not stirring when the cloth was lifted, so I left them without disturbing them. O was on his perch and C was in the "nest". At 6:30 both were anxious to be fed. After feeding, Chiisai, the "bad" one went to sleep peacefully in my hands. Neither now fears me at all.. They were fed again at 7 and at 8:20 and 9:20. They remain quiet between feedings. At 9:30 I discovered Rhody lying down in nest 8-37. He began to cry when I spoke to him, then fussed with the inside of the nest, then came down for more twigs, and wanted no food. About an hour later he was watching the magpies, but came out on invitation. He refused a large mouse, but took a much smaller one when they were exchanged. Carried to the mirror. Not watched beyond that point. 1:30 P.M. O and C have been fed at intervals of an hour to an hour and a half. They can be handled freely without their trying to escape; in fact they do not wish to leave the hand and have to be "scraped" off. The "fairy chorus" has appeared. It is a comfortable little twittering, almost inaudible, and is not a