1789 where he stands and wait indefinitely for the next one. He is the most patient and the hardest to "fill up", and the most immovable of the lot and stands there like a graven image. He flashes into action most quickly and while he yields most often to the others, he can, if not too much overawed by one of them on the same errand, beat any of them "to it". He is the most agile. The golden-crown is an immature; a recruit, without any so- llicitation on my part, of the last 4 or 5 days. (In fact all of them have made the first advances). In behavior he is much like Nutty. White-crowned Sparrow. This bird, now at the feeding station just outside the window has been seen nearly every day since first seen this year. Only one is seen at a time: probably the same individual. Thrasher concert. 10:55, (50°). Sun coming out. The thrasher concert is now in full swing in neutral territory: the same area where it was on the 19th. Several birds engaged. I now went down to Mr. Sampson's. Thrashers were not singing there at the time and we saw none, but S said they had been at it earlier. On returning, song still in progress, but nearer the house. By noon the birds had concentrated inside the property lines: some on the roof, Neo near the oval lawn, soon joined by his mate. There were at least four birds, but as visitors were present, no accurate census could be taken. (Julio said: "As thick as sparrows") Up until about 3 P.M. there was a succession of these waves of song here, each lasting for about a half an hour, Neo being in the midst of it all. There were no signs whatever of strife and, for the most part, each bird occupied its singing post apart from the others. It was very much like the "Convention" season but with better song, no posturing, less confusion and almost no "talk". Very fine concert in garden. Rhody consents to show himself to 5 visitors. Rhody had not shown himself on the west lot up to 2 P.M. and was not discoverable until I called him at the "Clearing" about 2:30. He then popped up to the top of the fence. Mr. McCullough and friends had been here shortly before and were disappointed in not seeing him, so I called them up on the 'phone. I now returned to Rhody, meeting him part way up here, and followed me back to about 15 feet from the party of 5, standing quietly watching. Here I gave him his mouse, much to the delight of my visitors. He quickly ran away with the mouse, but stopped in the orchard below where all could see him. It was interesting to note that the party, some of whom had never seen a road-runner at all and some never at close range, were united in their admiration of his beauty. January 23rd. Weather continues sunny, warm and calm. Thrasher song at intervals throughout the morning (Now 11:50). Rhody on west lot. At 10 A.M. Rhody responded at once with full song when I coo-cooed for him 50 yards from him. The thrush and the spotted towhee, for the first time, discovered that I can be found at places other than the orchard below, and while I was listening to Neo singing in his special pine, both of these birds appeared silently at my feet for worms. The thrush followed me to the oval lawn area. Here he was discovered by that other hermit thrush who claims a certain cotoneaster bush as his feeding territory and was driven away with blows. A few minutes later he recovered from the surprise and drove off his late