1763 My local supply of worms being exhausted, Neo joined his mate and I got more worms from the "wormery". As I approached the sage- patch, both Neo and N2 ran toward me. They were very hungry and Neo, true to form, ungallantly grabbed all the worms he could, al- though by using strategy, I was able to satisfy them both. (Clear, calm, 50°). At 9:05 I went out to the sage-patch. Neo came through his old opening in the fence in the fence and to the end of his old "varmint trail" in the sage, where he received worms from me, but not quite daring to take them from hand. He was full of new talk; repeating over and over again a peculiar phrase which can be only roughly approximated as: " Talk, talk, Peter, talk, Peter, Peter, talk; the order of the words being altered from time to time and the timbre of the musical notes being of odd, reedy character not usually heard from thrashers. This reediness was applied sometimes to only one of the "talks", sometimes to all and sometimes to one or more of the "Peters" The result was great contrast in quality of tone between "words", thus again emphasizing the extraordinary versatility of thrasher vocalization. In conformity with thrasher habit, it is not improb- able that this utterance of Neo's may never be heard again; or, on the other hand, it may so strike his fancy that he will use it as his basic theme for an hour; a day; or what not. An hour or two later I again looked up the thrasher, finding them in the brush by the fig tree. This time it was N2 who came first while Neo, strangely, looked one while she ate a dozen or more. Neo then came down for his share. His talk now was entirely different, both as to words and quality of tone. The day turned out to be a dull and chilly one, but the thrashers, although silent when I was not ministering to their wants, seemed to remain at home all day and were easily located whenever I looked for them, being eager for worms. They were fed several times more; on the last occasion being joined by a female spotted towhee that, for the last few days, has been almost constantly pres- ent in the sage patch and has never refused to come out for tossed worms. Except at the time mentioned, Neo did his best to get all the worms. I did not look for Rhody at his post, but he came to the cage for meat. About 2:30 he went up into No.2. Julio found him there and invited him down. He came, but returned quickly. J then offer- ed him a mouse on the end of a pole and Rhody ate it while in his house, so apparently he was hungry after all. At 5:45, pitch dark, he was still in No.2; so he has again changed sleeping place. November 10th. Thrasher song was first heard at 6:20 A.M., but it was very brief. One or two calls were heard during the forenoon, but there- after, vocalization was confined to talk by Neo and his mate, who received worms from me five times during the day. This bird is still at Mr. Sampson's Mr. Sampson says that he also sees this bird at his home oc- casionally and that, due to his inability to dig with success, he has adopted the policy of dashing at robins and other birds when they successfully New "talk" by Neo. Brokenwing. Brokenbill