and it resolved itself into Rhody, whom I had not seen since late yesterday afternoon, coming up from the rear. He took position on the lawn only three feet in front of me and waited developments patiently. There was no sign of nervousness. Of course, I gave him worms. Bb would not come to me while Rhody was there, but when Rhody made a sudden dash across the lawn and seized a cut-worm (how he saw it, I do not know) Bb came, but retreated when the road- runner returned to sit beside me, back toward me, where I could have reached out and pulled his tail. R stayed there several minutes, evidently satisfied with things in general. Finally a puff of wind blew his tail up in the air and he reached around as if to seize it. This gave him an idea and for a few seconds he tried to catch his own tail exactly as a puppy does. Next he rushed across the lawn and tried to "kill" a gladiolus leaf, then faded into the bushes. I suspected he would eventually be found in the cage, so after wait- ing a few minutes went there and found him eating meat and entertain- ing the magpies. The two birds, Rhody and Bb, showed no hostility or fear of each other beyond that shown by Bb in not coming to me with Rhody less than about 10 feet away. At 5 P.M. I found Rhody in the orchard by the fig tree. We grad- ually worked our way westward, first one leading, then the other. When near the side gate to the street, I went out first, Rhody fol- lowing, stopping every six or eight feet and looking about. I went across the street and stood near the tree in which he has been roosting. He went into the Scamell garage via the front porch, look- ed with interest at the cars, came out, jumped to the iron railing surmounting the retaining wall which bounds the ramp on the west, then up to his night roost at exactly 5:13. By the time I could get back to Brownie's nest it was 5:15½. B was already ere. (Sunset 5:35, Temp. '68)