found sitting on a garden bench sunning himself and going over his feathers carefully. When everything was arranged to his satisfaction he started to follow his old route to his former night roost, but when he reached the middle of the street, stood there for several minutes thinking it over. This process resulted in his deciding upon the lot to the west of this house, where he disappeared in the brush. I watched the tree in which Sta. 3 is located for 15 minutes or so, but he did not go there during that time. He had eaten the meat in the cage. May 1st. R absent. No magpie eggs. R not seen up to 1:20 P.M. and his meat untouched. There were no magpie eggs in the nest at about 9 A.M. Oof was "shooed" into the adjoining compartment and the door closed. No eggs up to 1:20. Rhody at nest. At 1:45 I sat about 100 feet from Sta. 4. Soon a road-runner was seen going up to it. It came down, stood under it a few min- utes, then went back. I approached carefully and saw it sitting on a branch below the nest, not looking at me. It was hard to see. At this time of year these scrub live oaks have on their limbs patches --mere films-- of dull greenish "moss"!(An alga (?) ). Parallel streaks of light gray fungus--also mere films--run through them. This is essentially Rhody's color scheme and he blends into it perfectly. Also it is fairly dark inside these trees, which are almost hollow hemispheres covered by a dense canopy of leaves supported by a complex of bare branches like irregularly disposed rips of a giant umbrella. I went under the tree, losing sight of the bird. I ascended a foot or two into its multiple crotches and saw the bird about ten feet away. He had not moved from his original location apparently. I say he because the moment I showed him a piece of meat, he came promptly across the intervening space, jump- ing from branch, and gulped it from my finger tips hungrily, R matches bark. He comes for meat.