January 18th. Scattering thrasher song continued. Rhody "on tour" goes to bed late. This was one of Rhody's days for wandering, apparently, as he was not seen at all on the west lot or here, until Julio made his third trip to R's house No.1(after 5 P.M.) and waited there. Rhody appeared at last, about 5:20 P.M., and accepted a huge mouse before retiring. January 19th. (Sunrise 7:23; sunset 5:18). A dull morning. Neo was first heard singing at 7:15 from his last year's nesting area. At 8:30 he was still singing there and I went to see him. He came quickly for worms, followed in a few moments by the hermit thrush and the spotted towhee. He soon retired to the shrubbery on the fence to continue fragmentary song, appearing to listen intently between songs. It looked as if he wanted to "start something", but no other thrashers could be heard. He returned to me for more worms and was more than usually eager for them. He had the thrush and the towhee as active compet- itors and later, the Nuttall sparrow. Again he retired to the fence to sing and listen. 11 A.M. I have just returned from the area adjoining my north east corner, where there has been a concentration of thrashers with much song. About 9:30 Neo went to the top of a tall pine about 50 yards north east of my north east corner and continued his song. Another song could be heard in that general area, so I went up there. Neo kept his place for more than an hour and sang almost continuous- ly. About 75 yards from him, on top of the Nichols' house and closer to Neo's home territory than Neo himself, was another thrasher in full song: with a richer song than Neo's. He also sang continuous- ly. Neither bird faced toward the other, but both faced south. About 9:45, in the oaks and pines between the two birds, a new song began. It was of a still different character and unlike that of any other thrasher I have heard. In fact I had to see it before being sure that it was a thrasher. It now came out and went up into a pine tree nearer Neo. Its song was deeper than those of the other two with timbre more like that of the meadow-lark, but not resembling it in any other respect. For quality of tone it was the best of the three. For about a half hour this concert was continuous and almost nothing else could be heard but thrasher song. A magnificent perform ance. Curiously, there was no obvious evidence that any one of the birds was aware of, or concerned in, the presence of the others, but of course, all were. All sang at once: there was absence of antiph- ony. A fourth thrasher now was seen, sitting quietly just below Neo: not over 2 feet from him. Neo continued his song. Presumably this was his mate. But, in a few minutes, this bird flew over and joined the bird in the middle tree. No action was seen between them and No.3 continued his song. I stood on the sidewalk in front of the Carter house. A party of ladies now arrived in an auto and at once began to comment enthusiastically on singing of the "mocking-birds". As I was, by accident, practically one of the group--and looking like a tramp, incidentally--I could not forbear introducing myself as the next-door neighbor and set them aright on the bird situation, as far as I could understand it myself! The introduced themselves as "practically cousins" of Dr. Ritter's. The mistress of the house--it is now no