Visited the road-runner nest at 10 A.M. with two lizards in a bottle, one of them by measurement exactly six inches long. Rhody, on the nest, Circe making her presence known in the bushes. When R saw the lizards he stretched forth his neck and whined. I gave him the 6 inch one first. He squeezed pretty thoroughly while one of the chicks made repeated snaps at it. It took 5 minutes for the chick to swallow it. R "asked" for the second one with repeat- ed whines. This he also squeezed, but during the process, which lasted several minutes, he kept up a continuous crooning song: Hru, hruh, hr-o-o-o-o-o,hr-o-o-o-o. This seemed to be an invitation to the second chick, although R made no effort to hold it where he could get it, looking off over the country. Finally he got careless. The lizard escaped, dropped to the ground and ran off so swiftly that I could not follow it with the eye. R immediately dropped down and began a long search on the ground and along the branches below the nest where there is a mass of dead twigs, making pro- gress difficult. In fact he fell once and lay sprawled amongst them. He climbed up under the nest and began pulling out pieces of it and dropping them. I could not imagine his purpose, but he pulled out the lizard and this time was more careful, delivering it to the other young bird, still alive. He then spread himself over them carefully. They "boiled" about for a time, but finally poked their heads out through his breast feathers and subsided. I then fed Rhody himself and began exploring underneath him with my hand. He protested mildly a few times with soft, single snaps of his bill, but continued looking into the surrounding brush, raising himself slightly. Finally he pecked the back of my hand once in a casual sort of way, not hard enough to break the skin, as a warning I suppose. When I persisted he pecked me once again harder, breaking the skin; but still this was a "pulled" punch. He did not seem angry, merely somewhat impatient.