1092 Skin on A's head. It was again noted that the new bare spot on Archie's head was nearly white, forming a contrast with the recently acquired slaty color under the new pin feathers further toward the front. (5/20 30) Since these birds do not see well in the dark, the trouble, if internal, probably arose about day-break, at which time, I imagine, A may have bethought himself of the hanging nest. There is, how- ever, still some mystery about this whole situation. It may be that the birds will have to be separated at night. Unsettled be- havior at RR bed-time again. 5:30 P.M. At about 4 P.M. Archie took the hanging nest without considering any other place. This left Terry "up in the air" again, and for an hour, he was a pathetic little figure wandering about looking for a place to sleep. The situation, which I had thought was corrected by the new addition to the cage, relapsed completely. Terry would not try any of the old places where he used to roost in seeming perfect content. (Strange that they should now be taboo). He tried all manner of perfectly hopeless, exposed, uncomfortable and dangerous roosts while Archie craned his neck to watch his move- mements. All of these selections were in the outside cage, as if to get as far from A as possible (which may really have been the motive) and not once did he look at the several fine places I had put up in the new erection. I tried four or five times to take him to one of them without using compulsion without success. This, by the way is both easier and harder than appears on the surface. Easier, because by standing close to him in one of his hopeless choices, he would jump to my shoulder voluntarily and I could then walk with him to the place where I wanted him to sleep. Harder, because, having succeeded so far, each time he decided that he wanted to sleep on my shoulder and not leave it at all. Thus he would back up against my neck in approved road-runner fashion and flatten his tail against my cheek or ear, puff out his feathers, settle himself comfortably, and (figuratively) sigh with relief now that the dilemma had been solved completely. This solution, however, failed to take into con- sideration the human factor, and although I had not subjected him to compulsion since he was a little squab, I finally took him in both hands (he struggled a little, but did not cry out) and put him in the bunk in the new extension which Archie abandoned last night. He promptly composed himself and peace reigned. I hope he sticks. By this time it was 5 P.M. and a little too dark for him to wander accurately. T roosts on me, using face for tail support. I put him to bed. He sticks. Hummer. 10 P.M. Well, so far, he has stuck. Hummer not on his roost by the western window. (Cloudy). November 15th. Hummer on roost9:15 P.M. A slight rain falling. The hummer is at his roost, not at all protected from the rain. A few minutes ago there was a short brisk shower which did not disturb him. Road-runner roosting. At4:30 P.M. I went to the cage to see how the youngsters were faring. Archie was going in and out of the hanging nest and Terry was in his, now, usual state of indecision. When I entered the cage Terry, without my offering any inducements, flew to my shoulder and snuggled against my neck. When I slipped a hand under him he lifted his feet out from under it, placed them on top and then lay down on it confidently, fluffed out his feathers, braced his tail against my head apparently quite certain that this was the place he was look- ing for and that there was no reason for further worry. It soon