R preens without losing feathers. Rhody then preened thoroughly for another 10 or 15 minutes (some of the quail remaining to watch). During this time no feathers whatever were removed (Moult finished(?)). Next he considered crossing the street to the Scamell's, but doubled back several times on account of passing cars, before crossing leisurely to inspect a car standing in front of the house. While there, another car drove up and Mrs. Scamell got out of it, Rhody moving over to her front porch while we discussed his probably roosting place, suspecting it to be in the lot west of my place. R sat on the railing for 5 or 10 minutes facing his old roost in the oak 15 feet away. Thus far he had followed exactly his old route to that roost, except as disturbed by cars. He next came back toward us, recrossed the street (in the reverse direction) and made for the suspected lot. I then followed him when he entered the thick undergrowth. He was very deliberate and not alarmed. He climbed into an open, scrubby tree and sat quietly there for several minutes, while a linnet called anxiously over his head. He then worked upward and northward in the tree with extreme deliberation until he reached the end of a limb about three feet away from a densely foliaged branch on the next tree to the north. He jumped across this space and immediately settled to rest. This tree is on the edge of a bank about 15 feet high and overlooks everything to the north, west and south. There is a thicket to the east up to my western line. In every particular this roost fulfils Rhody's specification for an arboreal night roost insofar as it is known to me and as it has been set forth herein, viz: An extended outlook to the west with open space in the immediate foreground for an emergency landing field, unobstructed rays of the setting sun, suitable tail rest, a measure of protection from the rear (he always faces west), a relatively open situation but, at the same time concealment for himself and plenty of space in which to observe approaching enemies from most probable directions of approach; also no great distance from this house, i.e. from known sources of food and water. This place looks as if it might be his present night roost (and, for that matter, his past one for a couple of months). He arrived in it a 4:58 P.m. (On my return here the youngsters were still up). (The linnet followed him immediately to the same tree). September 18th. Road-runners At 7:45 A.M. Rhody was not in his night roost, but shortly after was here partaking of various offerings and waiting patiently for each to be forthcoming. Road-runners are not great diggers, but occasionally sweep loose soil, leaves, etc. away with their bills when there is prospect of food beneath. R did this to see if I had dropped any worms. Only twice have I seen a road-runner intentionally move anything with its feet. Once Rhody, with sidewise sweeps, made a smooth place in which to lie, and once, Archie did the same in a corner of the cage with the same object in view. live Archie, who had just had a mouse, which he had repeatedly picked up and lost interest in, not being very hungry, came and ma-ed about my feet in characteristic fashion. He certainly was not hungry. He got up on my shoe, facing the toe, with his tail up against stand parallel to my leg and began stamping with his feet alternately, wings partly spread, and pecking at the toe of my shoe. The results, perhaps proving disappointing, he went off and came back with a short, thick twig which he laid at my feet, still ma- ing. (a as in hat).