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Pat (Little B.) About 11 o'clock I went over to the Reynolds', and as I approached and ran
the aviary, Pat (Little Brownie) who was out on the lawn, flew into
it for a good meal of soft food and a drink. After spending 5 or
10 minutes there, he came out and occupied himself tapping a stump
and singing sub-song for about 15 minutes, down amongst the thimble-
berries under the oaks. The experiment seems to have been a success,
as he appears to be well established there.
Rhody.
This bird, at liberty, is even more interesting, now that he
is tame, than when he was in jail.
At 2:10 (now 2:45) as I was watering the garden I came upon him
unexpectedly at the oval lawn. Under similar conditions the thrash-
ers, even Brownie, would have retreated into the bushes to emerge
later. Not so Rhody. He stood his ground and when i held out my hand
to him and called, he glided smoothly over to me and stood waiting for
developments patiently. I offered him a meal-worm at a time, which
he took, very gently, from my hand. He then caught sight of a
small butterfly, which he caught neatly after stalking it slowly like
a cat. Next the fish in the pool interested him, but he could
determine no easy method of getting at them. He considered and
rejected the possibility of walking out on the lily pads. Next a
bee or a yellow-jacket on the lawn caught his eye. A slow, creeping
stalk, followed by a rush, settled that problem. He disposed of the
insect carefully. In the tree behind me was a wren. He watched it f
for a time, then ran down the road toward the cage, but deflected from
his course to chase a brown towhee which easily eluded him. I went
to a point near the cage by a different route and he soon appeared,
entered fearlessly and ate two hardened scraps of meat which he had
consistently rejected for the last week. Now that he has to forage f
for himself, his ideas as to what constitutes proper food for a
road-runner are considerably less exacting. I went into the cage with
him, but he was not disturbed. When I came out, he foraged about in=