This is really a beautiful field with bays running into the woods. I learned that it is to be burnt off in a week or two. With typical American carelessness, this means that the fire will run under and into the trees wherever it wills, destroying anything that the foreign scum that will probably be hired to do the work, are too lazy and indifferent to protect. Probably, also, there will be no efficient supervision. Nobody cares. "Aw, what the hell?" It will also be fine for the birds that have nests on the lee side of the fire. The place where Rhody was first encountered was about a quarter of a mile beyond the nest in which Archie and Terry were reared. The two youngsters were given plenty of opportunity to practice climbing and perching inside the larger cage. Archie, though wabbly is much more expert than his nest-mate. He is able, , usually, to turn about on a perch and face in the opposite direction without falling off, although not always. Terry can not do it at all, but he tries. To reach the highest perch this accomplishment is necessary. Terry has many falls; after which he usually gives one disgusted boo and tries again. With help over one bad place he managed to reach the top. Archie then reached the same goal under his own power, but in doing so jostled Terry and both fell in a heap to the floor of the cage. making no outcries, but Terry ran to me at once for comforting just like a little child, to be taken up and petted while making little crooning sounds. They are very human little creatures. After seeing Rhody today I was struck by the comparative stockiness of their build at present. Rhody is lean and lank by comparison. They drink more often than they eat. and are still small eaters. They refuse fruits, They are getting much stronger. Archie is now able to stir up quite a dust on the hard ground when indulging in his favorite exercise. He got so dusty today that it floats away from him when he moves..