was even less concerned and did not even go to have a look at him, although in passing him on one of his regular circuits of the cage, he glanced at him casually. The next time I went out to look, the snake had crawled out of the cage. Brownie spent most of the afternoon at Robinson's singing loudly and almost continuously. A great display as to volume and quantity, but otherwise not in his best form. About 5 he was heard on the way back and, when heard calling in the old oak, I went out and talked to him and he sang full song for about 10 minutes of far better quality. He would not come down to me at first, but Nova joined him in the tree, whereat he ceased singing as if satisfied and dropped down to me. He was plainly somewhat excited and soon left to join Nova. Bb made up to me for B's temporary defection, being unusually friendly, hanging about near me most of the afternoon, beginning when I was setting up a camera in an endeavor to get a moving picture in colors of a hummingbird on a "hummingbird's trumpet". (Zauschneria). Bb suddenly appeared at my feet, pecking them and the [illegible] feet impartially. He was rewarded with worms from the hand and thereafter returned every few minutes for more, essaying two flights (the first) to my knee and singing a sweet little undersong about 8 feet away. If B should allow him to stay he should make a fine pet. Just before B's return the pheasant was enticed up to the road-runner cage to note any signs of mutual interest. It was hoped that each might mistake the other for one of its kind, but they apparently did not. Rhody stared at first and erected his crest, but went off to dust and drink indifferently. The pheasant was even more phlegmatic. Rhody finally went up and lay down on a shelf with his back toward the visitor. Two yellow-jackets, attracted by the smell perhaps of the fresh meat about him, as he had just had some, buzzed over his head. Instead of trying to catch them, he cringed, and when one of them lit on his back, he bolted. This was in sharp contrast