Road-runners at Oakmore Highlands. of the 20th., Mr. Austin and Mr. Bennett called to see if I could identify two strange birds that they had seen 10 minutes before across Dimond Canyon on top of the highest hill of Oakmore High- lands. From their description it was evident that they were roadrunners, presumably Rhody and his mate. They were stated to be "tame". Couldn't find 'em. Search in that vicinity, which is being laid out in streets and is full of men and road machinery at work, and carpenters building houses, later in the afternoon failed to disclose either bird. Young thrasher drowned. Mr. Sampson called a few minutes earlier and discovered one of the young thrashers drowned in the lily pool. A strange dog had been here earlier in the morning, torn up the thrasher feeding stand at the oval lawn, dragged it about, and may have chased the young bird into the pool. The other youngster was safe. April 21st. Unable find R at Oakmore. Rhody returns, tame as ever. At noon, as I approached the magpie cage to note progress on their nest, I was surprised to see Rhody playing with the mirror. I got some meat for him and he met me part way, taking the meat from my hand hungrily, bolting it at once. This is the first seen of him at this place since the morning of the 16th., the longest absence since he adopted this place as headquarters--5 days. He was not seen here again during the rest of the day. April 22nd. R back for break- fast. Rhody was back at breakfast time, rattle-booing and accepting meat offered him. Circe calls. At 9:15 the koke call was heard from the east and an answering rattle-boo from Rhody, now on the roof. A few minutes later he