1482 July 4th. About 4:30 A.M. thrasher song was heard close to the house on the west and the kipping of a young one: probably Broken-Wing (or the mate) with the same youngster. Song continued at intervals until 9 A.M., when I left for the day. Julio reported that Rhody was not seen at all during the day. July 5th. Again song and kipping about 4:30 A.M. as yesterday at the same place. Rhody back home again. (Very likely he was here yesterday also) He was not seen to work at 9-37; although he visited it, the one mouse given him was taken, with display, to 8-37. Okii is now getting very cheeky and, whenever he feels like it, hammers me from the tips of my shoes to the crown of my head. Chiisai is not so familiar, but as tame in other respects. He now appears much stronger. In order to distinguish him from Okii with absolute certainty it is necessary to look at his feet. When he lost the "core" of his injured toe nail he was lame for a day, it but his foot no longer bothers him. July 6th. Again thrashers sang and kipped early in the morning as before. Rhody, hanging about all day, had three mice, all treated with full honors; one being taken to 8-37. No work on 9-37, but a visit or two. About noon he climbed to the main chimney of the house and gave his full cooing song several times. The young thrushes are now almost ready to leave. They preen, scratch, peck at surrounding objects and are observant of outside events. July 7th. Early morning thrasher song and kipping as before. About 8 A.M. two hen pheasants were near the cage. Okii and Chiisai scripped at them as they do at Rhody. At about 2 P.M. these two pheasants, two quail and Rhody were all within 6 to 40 feet of the cage, indifferent to each other and disregarded by the young thrashers. At the same time the young thrushes were sitting on the edge of their nest, apparently anxious to go. A sudden fright would prob- ably set them off. Rhody's reaction to pheasants. 2:30 P.M. Just now, accidentally, I had an opportunity to ob- serve R's reaction to the pheasants at close quarters. I was following the pheasants toward the cage, and discovered Rhody lying comfortably in the shade of a Spanish broom by the corner of the cage. I might not have seen him had he not raised his head to look at the visitors. One of them walked slowly about 5 feet from him. Rhody merely stretched his neck up to its full length to get a good look at the pheasant and declined to alter the position of his body, resuming his former attitude as the bird passed on. When I spoke to him he said: "Woo-h, woo-h, woo-o-o-o-" and stayed where he was.