hysterical" or cease his cries for a moment. keeping his attention fixed upon the moribund animal. which had unusual vitality even for a cat. Even after I buried it B kept near and watched the grave, scolding all the time. He used nothing but his monosyllabic "scrip", which sounded more like "whip" or "whick" than usual. It is impossible to write it. It was perhaps 15 minutes before he would even come to me and then he scripped all the way; while sitting on my hand, and even while swallowing the worms. It seems as if he had to scrip and that it was beyond his control, for he scripped even with a worm in his gullet, with a choking sound. I have never seen him so excited before. The young thrasher was not seen today, but there were fresh feathers at the oval lawn this A.M. that might have belonged either to a thrasher or a towhee. A cat (not the one shot) was known to be here about 8 P.M. last night. This is really a dangerous place for birds: with hawks, cats, skunks, dogs, 'coons, weasels, opossums, five kinds of snakes, ground squirrels, amateur "naturalists", "bologists", boys with guns, and "collectors". I wonder if the alli- gator lizard should be added to the list. Rhody (?). May 24th. Young thrasher safe. The young thrasher was not eaten by the cat. R here. Rhody was here for two hours in the middle of the day when I was away, doing all the usual things. May 25th. Rhody "psychic". Odd coincidence. At 10:45 A.M., as I was gathering up the motion picture appar- at us to take out to the Cooper Club meeting to show the pictures of Rhody, a light tapping was heard at the west window of the living room and there was Rhody himself looking in at me. Perhaps he knew what I was about and wanted to convey some last instructions before intimate details of his life were revealed to the public. I have never seen him at that place before. The window is about