it again and as we had no definite understanding as to how our actions were to be coordinated, the sparrow got away. The afternoon turned cloudy and chilly. On this account, about 4:25, I thought it probable that Rhody would go to roost early, and decided to look him up. I found him in the orchard as expected and the experience of yesterday was repeated, Rhody climbing into the the tree at exactly 4:40. As I left two men brought a long ladder and unloaded it. At 5:20, on my return from down town, I stopped at the Scamell house. The ladder was leaning against the house in such a way that the men going up and down it on a repair job would pass within about 8 feet of Rhody. However, when I looked into the tree he was still there. We have wondered what he would do when it rains and as I observe that he always enters the garage and shows interest in the machines (in addition to looking at himself in the hub-caps) and looks as if he wanted to jump up into them, Dr. Scamell said he would see that the door of one of the cars was left open and if Rhody wanted to to sleep inside he was welcome to do so. Some of his interest is undoubt- edly due to reflections which he sees of his own movements. I will see how he reacts to a mirror held in front of him. Oct.16th. A chilly morning with black clouds and a southerly wind (Temp. at 9:30 A.M., 54). There was little early morning song, but at about 9:30 the irrepressible and optimistic Brownie climbed into his sketchy nest, settled himself as if to incubate, and for the next 20 minutes, used up nearly his whole repertoire from his softest slumber song to his loudest, imperative jay calls, in an endeavor to secure Nova's immediate presence. It worked, too; but almost as soon as she arrived at the nest, both left for the glade. There are no signs of any work being done on the structure; when