3:45 P.M. I went out again at 3:30. Rhody was in the shade on the cage roof. He soon went back to work again. Chiisai, for the first time in several days, did not come to the wire as I approached and he was not making that little "com- plaining" two syllabled chirp with which he has been expressing his discontent (?) almost constantly (when not yipping) for the past week or so. He wanted nothing from me and I observed that the piece of hamburger had been well patronized. I hope it is good for him and proves the solution--or the road to it--of his feeding difficulties. I will try switching to liver, since (according to Mr. Cain) hamburger is too thoroughly bled by the butchers and contains benzoate of soda as a preservative. Rhody was still working at 4 P.M. I then went in search of centipedes et al, and by the time I returned to the cage he not to be seen. I got 7 centipedes, one of those small worm-like salamanders and a few things I did not see and placed them in a pail of loam, where they promptly concealed themselves. When this was dumped in the cage the thrashers began to at- tack the pile at once. Chiisai got six of the centipedes, Okii but one. C also got the salamander, but its tail came off and O got that. C abandoned the salamander; O took it over, but could make no impression upon it. The last centipede (Okii saw it first, but Chiisai got it) caused the first real fight between the young birds. Okii had not seemed envious of Chiisai's good fortune until the last centi- pede and then he merely went over to look at C eating it. C at once attacked him fiercely. Okii stood firm and gave no ground as they exchanged blows face to face with "right good will". Neither would yield an inch. Each centered his attack upon the others beak. They meant business and were really angry, making guttural chirping sounds --if such be possible. To end it I placed my hand, with fingers spread wide, between them. They reached between them to continue the good work and, resenting my frustrations of their efforts, pinched me as hard as they could. I separated them and all was peaceful at once. Okii con- soled himself with apple and Chiisai, despite his good meal, foraged for hamburger. I also gave him a shot of soft food. Rhody now (5 P.M.) was located sunning a dozen feet from the cage, followed to the tool-house for a mouse, but they had been moved to the old place in the shop-yard, so I shifted thence, Rhody waiting patiently at the tool-house door for a few minutes before he realized that I would not reappear there. This mouse was carried off with full ritual. About 6 P.M. I entered the cage. O and C were still foraging, but when I turned my back to them and held my hand up against the entrance door about 7 feet from the ground, C was up on it in about 10 seconds and O in about 30, both prepared to spend the night. There is some powerful attraction about this particular lo- cation: Terry also was obsessed by it and it was there usually that he transferred to my shoulder. I do not know what it is. It is a windy place, which might have been an attraction today for a short time (until the sea breeze became chilly). It "sees" the sun last, though not in its direct rays. If I hold my hand in the same way any other place the birds ignore it.