April 24th. The crippled youngster now accepts human beings as necessary features of his cosmos and recognizes them as purveyors of food and drink. Not once during the day did he refuse to "open up" when hungry or thirsty and he seems entirely devoid of fear of human beings. He has ceased to gasp--this partly, I believe, due to the fact that it is no longer necessary to hold him while he is being fed. He seemed perfectly contented all day, up to sunset, lying quietly on his cloth most of the time, never trying to escape and not crying except occasionally when he saw somebody coming to feed him. About sunset he wanted to roost and tried to climb higher in his cage and began to call as young thrashers normally do when seeking a roost for the night. He was very restless and even covering the cage did not quiet him for several minutes: an unusual circumstance with wild birds, in my experience. Finally I placed two perches in his cage close together so that he could grasp one with his feet and rest the heel of his bandaged leg on the other. When placed on this, after he was really sleepy, he was contented. I had to place the toes of his broken member in proper position on the perch. This is expected to aid in preventing deformation of the foot. The Brock seem to have made a good job on this leg. It does not appear to hurt him and he actually scratches his head with that foot. The lower mandible, I find, was nearly broken in two at mid- length and is twisted somewhat to one side; yet he uses his bill vigorously in preening. He can not help himself to food or water; still pecks short of objects but is showing increasing interest in affairs--in fact is finding the world full of curious things. When his dish of dry soft food was held up to him he began at once to dig in it with standard thrasher side-sweeps of his bill, but did not recognize the contents as food. He also likes to "dig" in his bed and pull the cloth. When water is squirted into his drinking dish he watches curiously and tries to follow the individual drops with his eyes as each issues from the dropper and falls. This causes him to raise and lower his head so rapidly that the motion is almost vibratory. He then pecks at the drops and then at the water in the dish as long as its surface is disturbed. He has not tried to sing as yet, but he occasionally "talks" to me when I do some of the things that interest him. His nest mates outside do not seem further advanced than he. Neo starts his second nest of the season and has it well advanced. At 4 o'clock I watched Neo and found his new nest. It is 30 feet toward Rhody's nest from Neo's first one and 70 feet from the point where he took the twig yesterday. It is already a large, hollow bowl of coarse twigs ready (I think) for material of finer texture, but not lining. It is at the fence in a rose bush at about the height of my chin and right at the pathway. A fine place for me! This nest has very little of the honeysuckle tangle to support it; hence it is of the standard thrasher type in its present stage. I took down his old nest, which as I have said is of the "all lining" type (which thrashers affect when the nest is in a dense tangle where artificial foundation work is unnecessary) in order to examine it. The "standard" nest consists in general of three classes of materials: First, of a platform and outer bowl of coarse twigs. Second, an inner bowl of finer material which, in Brownie's nests, was largely composed of "ribbons" of soap root and shreds of bark, and Third: an inner lining of (here) soap-root fibre. This fibre is like that on the outside of a coconut. The ribbons eventually split up into