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but, although he listened respectfully and turned toward me as if to
hear better, he would not "sing." I now koke, koke-koked for him.
He reacted to this by raising his crest, looking about and rattling
his beak with a soft, fleshy sound, as if made by lips. He responded
in this way whenever I koked, but remained indifferent to my coos.
Finally he cried two or three times and I led the way to the mouse
abode. He rattle-booed once while waiting for me to come out with
the mouse. He ate it quickly, showing no disposition to carry it
about as a love offering.
12:12 P.M. Everything very peaceful. Rhody now in a bacchar-
is bush on the bank by the fig tree, most comfortably lying on a
tangle of horizontal branches: one of his highly favored spots.
No thrasher sounds could be heard anywhere after the incident
last reported, until I heard talk at 12:03 at the Clearing. Neo came
promptly on invitation. The other would not come, but remained, for
the most of the time, in plain sight. They exchanged gurgles, flut-
ing sounds and, occasionally Neo made plaintive sounds suggestive of
the green-backed goldfinch. This is characteristic of him. Some of
his companion's sounds were like those from his friend of yesterday,
and there appears to be little doubt that it was she and that the
rumpus of this morning has not separated them. I could not see wheth-
er she had lost any feathers.
Rhody remained in his bush until 2:35, then he came down and
watched us pruning for 10 or 15 minutes, then started for his old
roost, passing out the side gate at 3. The wind had been shifting
toward the east in the meantime. I allowed him 20 minutes and then
went to see if he was in his house. He was. (Clear, gusty wind veer-
ing from north to east. Temp. in Clearing 50°, in court 46°. The
thermometer was replaced in the Clearing today. This temperature
difference is typical). When I went into the court to read the in-
strument there a thrasher ran away swiftly--a stranger, I think.
Removing the tape from the PLOVER. About 1:20 Dr. Reynolds and I caught the plover by allowing
him to run into a landing net . He did not struggle there, nor did
he during all the manipulation in removing the tape and the sub-
sequent removal of the adhesive by rubbing with a solvent. He was
so docile that R suggested offering him a worm while thus held cap-
tive. He accepted it readily. We ventured the prediction that, on
release, he would show no more fear than on any other occasion when
two persons were in the cage and, as a matter of fact, after going
to a water dish to wash his bill, he came right back to us for more
worms!
To my surprise, although not to R's, the fracture had com-
pletely mended and the flesh had grown over it, so that there was
nothing to see except a little patch of bare skin. The tip of the
wing, however, dropped 2 to 3 inches, but he is able to lift it
up and cross it over his tail with the other one, although it slips
off again.
No thrasher song was heard during the afternoon, nor were
thrashers seen, but they were heard scrapping near the entrance
at about sunset.
Jan. 7th. (Sunrise 7:26, sunset 5:06).
Thrasher song was heard nearby at 7:08 A.M. (Partly cloudy).
At 9 A.M. (Cold wind from N.E., intermittent weak sun, temp.
in court 38°, in Clearing 46°, in cage (where the plover now had his