His bouts with the mirror are now shorter, as if he were beginning to realize that they have resulted in nothing conclusive. He went to bed at 4:50 P.M., in the oak. I accompanied him from the orchard. I am to show the thrasher, road-runner and condor motion pictures at the Cooper Club tonight. Three hawk raids seen today here. Nov. 16th. Usual early song, hawk raids and Rhody running true to form. Nov. 17th. Ditto. Made a nest for the rail on top of the bush in the cage, about the size and shape of a soup plate. In less than half an hour he flew up to it and stood on one leg in it for an indefinite period. He uses it frequently in this way and looks like the herons (on a small scale) that one sees in their rookeries. Nov. 18th. Heavy rain during the night, beginning again about 10 A.M. accompanied by heavy southerly winds. Before this time B was singing continuously his sub-song, full of imitations, in the glade. When the rain began to fall heavily he disappeared. Rhody went to the cage about noon for meat. It was raining hard and he practically ignored the mirror. He retired to the lee of the t trunk of the old oak for protection, looking thoroughly uncomfortable. 3:30 P.M. Still raining heavily--wind strong enough to break off small branches from the pines. Rhody has spent most of his time since last note, sitting on the cross piece under a garden bench. He eagerly receives meal-worms and meat. The wounded pigeon was released yesterday, but instead of joining the flock, insisted on returning to the cage where he had such an easy time of it.