Oct. 1st. A cloudy morning (until about 10), but it opened with thrasher song. About 8:30 B carried one small fibre to the nest, then retired to forage and sing. About 9:30 Rhody was spotted up in the old oak--the first time since his release. He sailed down in my general direction and landed about 10 feet from me. He had eaten the meat in the cage and was not interested for the time being in my offerings, but gradually worked toward the entrance. I followed him out to the street. I wished to see what he did away from home. First he saw a towhee out in the street and made a 50 foot dash at it, with wings spread horizontally. The bird did not wait, but sought refuge in the bushes. B saw it was no use to follow, so turned abruptly to the left, raising his right wing to a vertical position in order to bank at the turn. He prospected under the bushes on the south side of the street, then ran across the sidewalk and captured some insect. Facing toward home, he saw another brown tow- hee in the middle of the street and gave chase as before, but the bird had too much handicap and eluded his pursuer. This brought R to the bank which bounds this place on the south. He worked west along the bank, I accompanying him at about 6 feet distance. This did not seem to annoy him at all. At 9:50 he crouched and stared intently at a spot underneath a pittosporum undulatum, using his tail as a brace. It looked like a good place for lizards. I stood 7 feet from him and did not move. For 20 minutes he stared at this spot with no movement beyond the rolling of his eyes, winking and the respiratory movement of his throat feathers. A painted lady butterfly flitted about his head a few seconds, but he only rolled his eyes at it. He seemed intent on larger game. He kept his bill pointed N.E. After a half hour an automobile pulled up to the curb 15 feet from him. A woman asked me