Terry cutting his forehead again. Both ladies' dresses were a dull red basically. October 20th. In striking contrast is an example afforded by Archie this afternoon. He was on the floor staring at the magpies. I reached down and took him by the body lightly (so that he could escape if he cared to, without struggling). I then moved his body about in a small circle without upsetting his equilibrium or causing him to shift his feet. During this movement he kept his head absolutely fixed in space. (A characteristic of all birds that I have ever handled, including the domestic hen, as long as the amplitude of the movement does not exceed the length of the neck--approximately). Next I raised the tips of his wings above the root of his tail where they "ought" to be. He kept them there. I then parted his ear coverts on one side in order to locate his ear and, at the same time find out the extent of the lower blue band of the skin-patch. (This is practically always covered by the ear coverts even when the skin patch is being displayed--in the case of Rhody as well as the youngsters). Next he was groomed all over, gently, with the hand, then lifted up bodily (by the body) with legs hanging down like a crane's. I tucked his feet in under him and then carried him about the cage as long as I cared to. During all this time he did not once flinch, struggle, utter protest or try to get away. A little later Terry was on the same spot, but with his at- tention fixed on nothing in particular. I enclosed his body with both hands lightly. When a little more pressure was put on, he shift e d one wing into a more comfortable position, puffed out his head and neck feathers, let his weight come upon my hands and was pre- pared to spend the rest of the day there. I was surprised myself at Archie's allowing me to hold him classed in my hands, this has never been done except when he was a mere squab several months ago. In the present instance he was, of course, before I took him up, not exactly frozen, but at least in one of his more or less wooden fits of abstraction. Ordinarily if I wish to hold one of them, I touch his feet and he then immediately, in an absent minded manner, steps on to my hand if standing on a flat surface, or if on a perch, he includes a finger in his grasp. He then will jump on to my shoulder or else sit on my hand and allow himself to be carried about. Today each of them had one of the few lizards remaining on the place. True to road-runner habit, each played with his lizard a long time before eating it, by laying it on the ground and apparently abandoning it, but walking about it in a circle with an air of indif- ference and not appearing to look at it, but acutely aware, never- the less of its slightest movement. The lizards are, of course, adepts at the game of playing 'possum, but when they think there is a chance, suddenly bolt at high speed. The road-runners are after them like a flash and seem to make it a point of honor not to catch them until they are within a small fraction of a second short of being safely under a stone or out of the cage. These birds will do this with any living thing and sometimes try it even on inanimate objects as well as dead creatures. The lizard, however, seems to furnish the best sport; better by far than the relatively sluggish, half tame, reared-in-captivity mice which I give them. It is only when the birds are extremely hungry that living things, offering possibilities of sport, are killed at once. All kinds of chances are taken and the birds not infrequently lose