side for a time, picking up minute scraps of something, then suddenly became interested in the magpies whom he has persistently and consistently avoided heretofore, and not even looked at if he could avoid it. He crouched near the wire and made passes at them when they approached. To get nearer, he went on top of their cage and followed them about with ruffled feathers, making "pulled" pecks in their general direction. When they dropped to the ground, so did he and re-entered his cage to get closer. It was like dogs on the opposite sides of a fence with Rhody taking the offensive. Finally, with a loud combined boo and rattle of the beak, he dashed all along the front of their cage, made two or three circles and came out. However, he was not quite finished with his antics and pretended to attack the empty box which holds open the door of the cage and cavorted about it a few times. I am inclined to think that all of this was play induced by a feeling of well-being incident tooa full stomach. It is curious, though, that after all of these months of association with the magpies, he should for the first time honor them with his attentions in so marked a manner. If he stays here and gets curious about the thrashers' present operations, it may be the part of wisdom to close the door on him again for a time. 4:35 P.M. Rhody has just finished an hour's exhibition of him- selves to the other birds, on a garden bench, although that was not his primary object. At about 3:30 he visited the cage to get some of the fresh meat just placed there (how his views have changed!). After a bluff at the magpies he sought out the bench to rest and preen, and immediately became the focal point of other birds. First were the wren tits, who croaked at him and passed on. Next were the plain titmice and the green-backed goldfinches-- a pair of each. The former scolded him for perhaps 25 minutes, the finches alternately scolding and singing for about the same