tangle. It was about 6 feet from me and at the height of my shoulders. It struggled toward the place where one of these worms must have clung, then dropped to the ground and picked up one. I now crouched about 3 feet from the fence where I could peer beneath the growth, and tossed a worm or two through the wire. It came and got them, retreating only a foot or two at each movement of my hand in throwing. Some worms fell on my side of the fence. It crowded through the mesh to get them practically within arm's length, retreating hastily, but returning each time for more. The light is not good there, the bird's motions are very quick and there are so many thin and dry twigs and stalks that I can not get a good look at its bill. However, I get the impression that it is not Longbill. If it is, Brokenwing ought to be somewhere about, if he has not met with disaster. 3:55 P.M. I found Rhody just settling in his roost in the eucalyptus roost at 3:35. It is pretty windy and he is swaying about. I went to the fence to see if I could get into contact with X again. I could not see him, so waited, thinking that if he has formed a food-association with me, he might appear. I whistled Brownie's "purple one, two, three" call softly and the "wheat-you" of the little, crippled thrasher of Brownie's October-November brood. I also called vocally, not expecting that any of the sounds would have any significance in his mind beyond perhaps serving as notice that that ungainly animal that throws worms was back again. Anyway he came in a minute or so and the last performance was repeated. He was eager to get the worms, again squeezing through to get some of those that fell short and, moreover, several times when there were no worms to pick up, clung to the wire 3 feet away watching to see if I would toss him more. There is no doubt in my mind that he knows where the worms come1 from. Thrasher X becomes NEO. 4:35 P.M. I have just returned from another session with X. When I went out at 4:15 he was singing quarter-song near the entrance, but stopped when I approached the fence. As before, he could not be seen, I called and so forth. No sight or sound from him for several minutes, then a rustling in the honeysuckle nearby and I made out his silhouette against the sky, in the tangle near the top of the fence. I tossed a worm or two in the path on my side of the fence, about 8 feet away. He wanted it, but was afraid. I tossed more. Down he came, much to my delight, and got them, retreating rapidly to the sage patch and there digging vigorously, only to come back again when I tossed more worms. Soon he was getting them within 6 feet of me, especially if I pretended not to look at him. Next he waited about 8 feet away, fully in the open, for more. I had a good look at him. Positively he is not Longbill, Brokenwing, Okii or Chiisai. He cleaned up all the worms, taking the last one off with him into the honeysuckle. I hope he (?) sticks. He will be called Neo. Nov. 29th. (Sunrise 7:03, sunset 4:52). At 8:15 Rhody was still in his roost. (Windy, clear, 56°). Neo responds I went to the fence near the sage patch and spotted thrasher X at once. He saw me and came to the wire without delay, waiting patiently for each worm tossed to him. He did not retreat at all on account of my throwing motions. At 9:25 he was in the sage patch, but came out promptly on call and ran to me in the open, picking up worms at 5 feet distance.