came through, paused a moment near me and, as I was felicitating myself upon my great attractive powers, ran for the nearest drinking place, thus shattering my ego. The drinking arrangement was one in- tended primarily for gold-finches, consisting of a small flower pot wired to the vertical pipe of a garden faucet which dripped slowly into it. Rhody could not reach up into it, so he tried to get water by placing his bill against the side of the pot . As there was a mere film on the outside, this did not work. Occasional drops fell from the pot to the ground. These he watched as they fell and tried to pick up as they struck. I took the pot and held it out to him, but he merely rolled his eyes at it and me and headed for the next nearest place --an earthen-ware dish similarly placed, but large e enough for thrashers to bathe in. This did not work well either. I made the same experiment here, with the same result. He then ran to the next nearest one--evidently knowing where they all are. This is a similar dish on the ground. Here he drank and drank and drank as if he had not had water for weeks and never expected to see any again. When finally satisfied, he prodded around it with his beak and then retired to preen. During the rest of the afternoon Brownie visited the nest a few times only, but at sunset, retired to it as usual. Once he worried Bb at the oval lawn, but Bb returned shortly. I got another good look at Bb's eyes. Under slanting light the orange brown is conspicuous. Oct.9th. A little early morning song, which ceased when B and N appear- ed at the oval lawn and worked on cut-worms. Rhody had visited the cage before 8 A.M. for meat and was found preening in an open spot in the "chaparral". Once he paused with head cocked to one side as if listening, then fell to vigorous "surface digging", sweeping away leaves and rolling clods down the bank, some