want to cage him because he is happier when free and I also wish to see whether he will be able to find a mate. I am thus between the horns of a dilemma. Feb.3rd. The sun rose in partial eclipse, but obscured by clouds. This made no difference to B who sang as usual and was found working diligently at the nest. When he had eaten food from hand he pro- ceeded to call Nova in loud, musical phrases while still a foot or two from my hand, using phrases such as: torquita, berra-chee-cup, pe-e-low, etc. connected by soft warbling runs, grace notes, trills, etc. not generally heard at greater distances. When this did not bring his mate he climbed up into a Fremontia and let himself go, introducing the russet-backed thrush song. This had the desired effect. He has made such progress on the nest that he is now searching for soap root ribbons to be used as a preliminary to lining with the fibre of which these ribbons are composed. I gathered a supply of this material for him and he is using it. I looked for Rhody at all the usual places and when I had aban- don the search, happened to look behind me, and there he was trotting after me; so in this case, he found me instead of the re- verse. He took the proffered meat from me with a satisfied(?) look. A piece of Hamburger steak 3 or 4 inches long in a roll 3/4 to 1 inch in diameter, swallowed whole, satisfies him for the time being. He does not seem to be a big eater. No observations made after 1 P.M. other than to note that it rained much og the afternoon. Feb.4th. Rain threatening. Early song heard. B working at the nest all the morning. Hawk raids. Rhody, in his roost at 10 A.M. refused to come down to get meat,