(It is as if they did not recognise water without having their attention called to it). The eye-patch colors are less brilliant than R's, but the white is becoming more distinct. The rings about the pupils are now as distinct as Rhody's, but have little, if any, yellow cast. The white, hairlike appendages on the feathers (Mesoptyles or neossoptyles) have all disappeared but one or two per bird. Irides getting browner, but still differ from R's. They no longer try to swallow a finger when taking it in their bills. No suction is felt. They try to "kill" it if hungry, otherwise hold it with feather-like touch, or pull vigorously. Each has pretty definitely settled upon one favored roosting place prepared especially for him after noting his preferences. Arch sleeps on a piece of sacking disposed on a high shelf close to the wire mesh where he can see what is going on outside Glass has been placed to screen him from prevailing winds. Terry sleeps on a a wire mesh platform covered with a cloth. placed up under the roof on a pine branch suspended there. Terry weighs 11 oz. or, corrected and converted: 319 grams. Archie avoids getting on the platform, although both of them like to pull the hand and see it quiver. I have difficulty in photographing them as they want to climb up on my back and play with the release mechanism of the camera, or else "kill" my necktie or indulge in other liberties with my belongings. Feeding is becoming more of a problem, as they refuse usually everything that is either not alive or else not recognisable as a complete animal, though dead. A curious exception is that, after they have retired for the night and are comfortably stowed away in their bunks each of them will take from hand, very gently, a piece of meat which he has persistently refused during the day, and even rejected a few moments before when "out of bed". They continue to kill yellow jackets, but often do not eat them as at first, letting them lie and dry up in the sun, perhaps to be eaten later. I think I saw Archie stung by one he had caught; (or perhaps bitten, as these creatures can bite--one having been watched cutting a dead one in two on my knee) because Archie made all the movements of one who had been injured in the mouth: shaking his head, wiping his bill and finally running to me as if for comfort; also "tasting". They are still persistent dusters. Archie startled me by landing on top of my bare head and dusting vigorously. This is no gentle performance and his claws are sharp and he had to use them to hold on with. The sharp point of the decurved bill is a great assistance in killing an object by beating it upon the ground as it makes