greet me with this same high-pitched, soft sound. Altogether he whined at me eight times, which is a conversational record for him. I left him there to decide upon his future movements without sug- gestions from me. At 10:30 he entered the cage for meat and another go at the mirror. This time he quite definitely tried to catch the "bird" behind it several times. However, he was not so absorbed in this pastime as to prevent his coming to me to catch worms tossed to him, returning again to the mirror, then to a tour of inspection of the birds inside the inner compartments of the cage. It is curious to observe that, while he can approach the mirror calmly enough and even regard his reflection in it without excitement at times, still when he has apparently made up his mind that he is going to have no more foolishness about it, break the spell and ignore it and walk placidly past it, he will, notwithstanding this resolution, put on extra speed as he goes by, stopping suddenly a foot or two beyond, as if forgetting all about it. It is as if he suspected that some sort that is of a demon lurked behind the glass ready to reach out and grab him as he goes by, but that is powerless to act as long as the intended victim is off to one side. There is no doubt of his interest in the captive birds. He seldom fails to show them some attention. Usually, as on this oc- of the cage casion, he goes up on top, follows them about on the other side of the wire, thrusts his bill through at them, scrapes it on the wire as if to stir them up and is all animation and keen interest. The mocking-bird is frightened by this, but the rail and the magpies take it all more or less phlegmatically, though responding somewhat. He does not usually raise his crest when engaged in this sport, but he does display the skin colors back of his eyes to full advantage, the white and the red (orange red?) being especially pure and brill- iant.