monologues by B. Rhody remained on the job, spending most of the afternoons here, after coming for meat about noon. While he is still interested in his own reflection in the mirror, the novelty appears to be wearing off. He still sleeps in the same tree, but goes to bed earlier as the days shorten. On the 26th. his retiring time was 3:54 P.M., about an hour before sunset. There have been no positive signs of Bb's presence for a long time, so that the matter of change in eye color in his case can not be followed up. Nov.28th. The usual early singing. About 1:30, Rhody, in the glade, apparently as soon as he saw me coming, began a series of ridiculous cavortings around a sage bush as if playing hide-and-seek with an invisible companion. I am inclined to think that these antics are associated with a feeling of well-being, as they seem to, most often immediately after he has had (as on this occasion) a good meal. As I passed through the orchard, a thrasher, first supposed to be Brownie a little nervous, approached me and took worms tossed to him; when I saw by his prominent superciliary stripe, the absence of a de- fective feather on his left wing, his smaller size and his general behavior that it was not B. Just then B, himself, came to evict him, and in the evolutions that followed, the stranger, stopped near me often and again got worms. I saw then that his irides were orange-brown like B's. B pressed the attack irregularly and the other bird avoided him easily, often sitting quietly near me. Nova finally joined the two, but took the part of a spectator only. When last seen the stranger was headed for the oval lawn, having evaded B. A few minutes later B appeared there evidently searching for him. I believe this bird to be Bb, returned to his ancestral home, judging by his tameness and