He repeatedly tried his wings without rising from the ground and has been rearranging the blood caked feathers underneath his wing. At 4:40, after a torrential rain, Brownie was found snugly ensconced in his nest, well protected by the roof. Rhody was not in sight and it was too wet to look him up. The rail, also, was in his man made nest. Rhody's refusal to use either of the houses made for him is puzzling. I am inclined to think that his outlook when in them is too restricted. He knows all about them, having tried them both, yet he stood within ten feet of the one in the orchard for a long time, out in the open, with the rain streaming off of his back and dripping from his bill and would have nothing to do with it. Nov. 19th. Usual early morning song. One hard shower in the forenoon, then signs of clearing. Rhody wandering about disconsolately during the day when seen, retiring to the pine tree, this time, for the night. Nov. 20th. Morning song was not heard until nearly 7 o'clock, the sun rising clear--a sea of fog below reaching to almost precisely the elevation of the ground floor of the house. Rhody had already visited the cage when I went out and was found about 10 A.M. sunning himself, in a small redwood tree. about 60 feet away. After a half hour he went to the top of the cage and paid his respects to to Brownie, and got his share, B going up to his nest. Inspection showed Brownie actually working in his nest arranging the interior, Rhody searching for some creature in a pile of boards near the dormitory tree. I went away and was feeding the pigeons about 30 feet from the tree, when I heard Brownie uttering harsh, angry sounds, and the