(I was looking for that marker, as I had noticed that same thing on yesterday's "victoree" bird and kept it in mind, but failed to record it). This was undoubtedly the same bird and, I think, Neo. By this time it seems probable that most of the thrashers in this general area are descendants of Brownie, and it may be that we are developing a strain of thrashers relatively fearless in the presence of human beings. With perhaps some exceptions that I do not recall at the moment, I have tamed all of Brownie's direct offspring to a point where they have, at the least, recognized me as a purveyor of food and not an enemy. As to most of them: this is an understatement. On the other hand, my experience with California Thrashers indicates that they are birds that respond readily to human approach. Again, as has been remarked herein before, the meal-worm is a potent "civilizer". With almost no exception since November 25th. (when the Anna's humming bird's "power-dive" was first recorded for this season of this year) this performance has been observed every day. It is going on now (10:50 A.M.). The sound at the lower culmination of the U-shaped dive may be heard a hundred yards away, more or less. The adult males are im brilliant as to gorgets. 11 A.M. Rhody still in roost. (58°). It can not be seen that he has shifted even one inch on his perch in over 18 hours. 11:15. No change. 11:35. He has shifted about one foot along the limb to a point where there is more sun. A possible factor in Rhody's change of roosting tree. About 11:25 I heard voices from the vicinity of Rhody's roost tree on the west lot. There were four or five children, ranging in age from about 8 to 10, gathered in a group concealed in the thicket, smoking cigarettes,(!) only a few feet from the roost tree. This may be a regular rendezvous of these boys and they may also have interfered directly with the trusting Rhody. I called (also from concealment): "Here they are, POLICE; you can catch them easily; this way; right down there." This, and a few other directions to the imaginary police, caused a hurried exodus to the south-west. At 11:55 Rhody had shifted two feet to the roof of his new house. At 12:54 he sailed down to the orchard path and ran quickly to the sage patch to sun his back in the open-bowl pose.(61°). Not warm enough for the spread-eagle posture. He wanted nothing to eat. He had been in his roost tree over 20 hours. At 1:10 he had shifted to the broom and baccharis clump on the bank overhanging the entrance driveway. Still he wanted nothing from me (although I offered him nothing). I now sat in a chair by the sage-patch, about 15 feet from Rhody and where I could keep watch on Neo's first known domain. At 1:45 a thrasher was seen in Neo's previously favored sunning clear space among the bushes. This bird seemed shy and I was concentrating upon it when I was startled by a tremendous disturbance in the bushes to my right and Rhody (whom I had completely forgotten) flashed past my feet in full display in one of his foolish, tearing "circuses", using me as one of the focal points of his orbit, in one of his fits of exhibitionism. I think that there is little doubt that its purpose was actually to attract attention to himself and his need for sustenance after his many hours of abstinence from food; anyway he promptly trotted after me to the tool-house for his mouse.