merely looked at him curiously and came back to me. However, when the lizard again darted away, Rhody, handicapped by about 30 feet, overtook him after he had made about 10 feet, but merely chased him into a crack where he was satisfied to abandon him. An hour later, however, he looked for him there, having wandered about in the mean- time in another part of the garden, apparently not forgetting him. I moved to different places and sat down, R eventually coming to me voluntarily, winding up by jumping up and sitting along side me on a bench, where he preened contentedly and waited patiently for worms to be handed him one at a time. This perplexed Brownie, who wanted worms too, but did not dare to approach from the front nearer than about 8 feet. He solved the problem by going up into a camphor tree behind me and working down through the branches until he could reach my outstretched hand. R showed no hostility. When Rhody decided to leave about 4 P.M., I went with him, his route differing little from the last occasion, though he took off for his sail across the canyon from a tree about 40 feet from the stile. This time he sailed all the way across, without stopping at the street below, in one magnificent swoop, beginning at a downward angle of about 45 degrees as before, with a long curved rise at the dend. He did not flap his wings at all. While at the cage R did not play with the mirror although he looked at himself in it placidly. In the shop-yard he went to the sill of the tool house window and boomed once sonorously, then out through the gate and into the tool house to look at the window from the inside. In following him I missed him for a minute or two, but he notified me of his new location by booing once again from the limb of a tree almost over my head. May 28th. Brownie chased the young thrasher (Bb2) determinedly today, though not coming to contact with him.