nest this morning. It was raining hard and he had evidently been out in for some time, as he was pretty wet and looked small and not at all impertinent. I did not need to urge him to follow for his mouse. While he received it with ceremony and started to carry it around, he ate it before long. He stayed home most of the day; ate his meat and wanted no more mice. He was not seen to work at his nest. The afternoon was mild and clear. Neo feeds mate on nest? I forgot to record an incident which occurred on the 15th. I had been giving Neo worms while his mate was on duty in the nest. After he had all he wanted, apparently, he held one in his bill and stood facing me patiently. I tossed him three more, all of which he kept in his bill. After a pause he started for the nest making the "blue-bird" call: the "approach-to-the-nest" call, especially when carrying food to the nestlings, and not used regularly at other times, although as these notes show, it is not always restricted to that occasion. He went to the nest, but I did not actually see him give the worms to his mate. Mar. 17th. (Sunrise 6:20, sunset 6:18). Day dawned partly cloudy, but calm. Neo was heard singing at 5:45 A.M. At 8:10 I went to the nest, which was occupied by N2. Neo feeds N2? 10:40 A.M. Up to this time affairs appear to be proceeding normally at the thrasher nest. At 10:20 the incident described above was repeated, with the addition that Neo, on arriving at the nest, gave the rapid clucking call used sometimes when feeding the young and they are slow to respond. I was watching, but could not be absolutely certain that N2 took the worms, but in the dim light, the attitudes of both birds indicated a feeding operation. N2 left almost at once and Neo took charge. A somewhat unusual series of acts by Rhody. At 8:15 Rhody was sunning his back at his post on the west lot. I tried to get him to sing, but he would not, preferring to consider my noises as an invitation for him to come to the fence. There I handed him 15 meal-worms, one at a time, which he took with the utmost delicacy. (He had caught and eaten a Painted Lady butterfly while on the way to me). We were about 30 feet from tree 8 where one of his old nests still is. He suddenly picked up a twig; dropped it; picked up another; spied a fragment of that composite weed; dropped the twig and substituted the weed. He now saw a clump of stalks of this weed still attached to the ground and began pulling them up. Instead of taking them to tree 8 as I half expected him to do, he now went to the sidewalk and carried them approximately 150 yards to nest l-38 in the peppermint gum tree. On coming down he followed me closely as I went toward the tool house, but stopped 20 feet from the door and looked intently north. After a little back-sunning he sailed gracefully over the fence and down toward a small pine tree growing on the baccharis- covered slope. In and near it were purple finches, red-breasted nuthatches, spotted towhees and Bewick wrens, all vocal. I think it was their activities that attracted him, as he often investigates these affairs without taking part, except as a spectator. He now came back and had a long session with the magpies, appearing intensely interested in them. I placed a forked twig of the weed where he could not help seeing it when he lost interest in the magpies, anticipating that he