The rail was kept comfortably warm. It did not move about the cage at all and did not seem to suffer. Its breathing was deep, slow and regular, yet it died about 5 P.M. Its plumage was in perfect condition and its body was plump. Yesterday it seemed perfectly normal. It was a very gentle and friendly bird--a great favorite with all, and was to have been released shortly. March 23rd. Early song by Rhody, but nothing heard from B, not even his approach call when going to the nest, and no undersong. When I offered him worms the first time, he took only two, prepared them on the ground and headed for the nest. They're off again. About 10 A.M. the door of the mocking-bird's cage was opened and in about a half hour he was out and in a nearby pine tree, then disappearing. The loss of the rail caused me to liberate the mocker sooner than intended. Immediately the cage was "filled" with towhees and golden-crowned sparrows. About 5 P.M. he was back on top of the cage apparently trying to get back in again and also much interested in the magpies (like Rhody). Finally he discovered the door and went back in by the rather devious course which it was necessary to follow and showed no intention of coming out again. This was just what I wanted. I know he will be comfortable for the night, with plenty of food, and will let him out again in the day time, keeping food for him in the cage if he again decides to return. Perhaps he will then make this place headquarters as Rhody does. The original plan contemplated releasing a pair here, but, for various reasons it did not work out in that way. Rhody again made a long expedition to the south east only to return in less than an hour. He is getting much tamer in the presence of visitors and gave fine exhibitions of mirror-dancing for two different visitors at different times, in their immediate presence. He also boomed and sang, faithfully supporting the tales which I have told about him. Brownie also backed me up by jumping up into the hand of a visitor for a worm. I had assured this one that he would do it, but he was skeptical. Aside from a slight pause to assure himself first that it was the visitor that had the worm and not I, he did