hroo, audible 25 feet (?) and looking off towards Robinsons'. In the midst of this I though I heard a beak-rattle toward the east. No accompanying voice. R thought so too, and looked in that direct- stroll ion, but continued his headed for this place. As he did not call, I assumed that he knew all about where his wife was. He trotted up the driveway, entered the cage, got his meat, flirted with the magpies (who started desultory work on a nest yesterday), mirror danced and acted the clown generally. In the midst of this a loud koke.....call sounded from the east. R paused in his evolutions long enough to look in that direction and emit a succession of loud rattle-boos, but continued his fooling as if there were no other bird in the world. The koke call was now repeated nearer and near- er; R paid no attention for some time, but when it came from with- in the enclosure, he disappeared when my head was turned and I did not follow up as I wished to let them have an undisturbed interval. For a bird in love, I thought Rhody showed good strategy and self possession, and for him, doubt if the old saying: Amare et sapere vix Deo conceditur, is rigorously applicable. It was now 10:35. At 11:45 Rhody's cooing song was heard far off to the north east. There is no certainty, of course, that Sta. 2 is to be the final selection of site. There is an enormous extent of contiguous territory equally, if not more, suitable for nesting purposes from the road-runner view point, with the possible exception of food and water supply. There are lizards all over the hills, some water, but probably no Hamburger beefsteak, and certainly not many human beings that will push meat and meal-worms into the faces of expectant road-runners. Neither bird was seen to visit the nest during the day and Rhody was not in his accustomed roost at 5:45 P.M. The mockingbird did not return to the cage for the night either.