come down, but he would not. I made several trips to observe him. Each time he was still there. The last one was 12:20 and he still showed no signs of leaving his roost and was not at all interested in my offerings. (Cold: 48 deg.). 2:20 P.M. At 2 Rhody was still on his roost, not apparently having even winked in the meantime. I went outside the fence and where the tree overhangs and tossed up bits of meat to him. Two of these which came within his reach he caught expertly and swallowed, but he would not come down (presumably because it was anyway). only a matter of 2 or 3 hours to bedtime). A young lady in the house came out to look at him and stood by me. As she was a stranger to him, he promptly froze. Meat tossed with his reach he would pay no attention to. One piece landed on top of his bill and rolled along it for a moment, but he remained rigid. He was plainly afraid of the stranger and, at last, bolted, sweeping across the field in a wide, swift arc, across the street into the brush. When I went over there, I found him in a tree, not much disturbed. It is curious how instantly he recognises a stranger and reacts to his presence. His actual "rising" time was 2:06; but, even then, he yielded only to fear. Presumably the cold, overcast day has some- things to do with his lethargy (Temp.50, wind from S., rain threaten- ing) but, on the other hand, he may have been indiscreet in his Christmas revels. Rose at 2:06 Retired at 4:18 4:30 P.M. Rhody retired for the night at 4:18 P.M. His work- ing day, therefore was 2 hours and 12 minutes--nothing much to gloat over. Furthermore, he loafed during most of that time. As I drove by Dr. Scamell's at about 4:10, I stopped to see if R had gone to bed, and found him sitting on the iron railing of the ramp ready to make his first jump up into the branches--a lucky coincidence. Mrs. Scamell was just approaching the window to look for him. I walked up to him and pointed him out to her; about 10