then began to stroll westward along the route he used when sleeping in the Scamell's oak. This afforded an opportunity of solving the mystery of his present sleeping place; accordingly I followed. When he passed through the side gate he stopped to dust at the very same spot that he has used regularly on previous occasions, then proceeded slowly with frequent stops, along the sidewalk and across the street to Scamell's making only a foot to three feet at each advance. He went to the base of the old oak where he used to roost, plainly considered going up into it, but finally passed through the railing and went south along the fence at the same gnat's pace with frequent stops to sun himself and "rest". He appeared to be headed for the same Canary Island pine in the Scamell's back garden where he roosted a few times months ago, and so it proved. He was met at the fence by the dog Bonzo, who, curiously enough, did not appear to see him as he was watching me, in expectation of a frolic with the rubber bone he was carrying. Rhody jumped to the top of the fence, directly towards the dog and not more than 6 feet from him. He did not appear to be especially wary. At 3:17 exactly he jumped up into the tree--just a half minute later than on the last occasion recorded--and disposed himself for the night. As the distance covered in roughly three quarters of an hour was about 150 yards, some idea may be had of the deliberateness of the whole performance. For perhaps half of the time and the distance the bird was right out in the open. (Clear, temp. at 4:10: 54 deg., sunset at 4:59). December 30th. A chill, drizzling rain all day. Rhody, when seen, looking wet, miserable and disgusted with the world. He took his new roost in the pine tree. The youngsters considered the rain a novelty at first and spread their wings and tails to catch it, looking interested and bright. After an hour or so it palled on them and they became sluggish and dull, but still did not take proper protection from it, so I shut them up in the dry, glass-roofed portion. (9 feet sq.) December 31st. The sun rose in a clear sky and at this elevation the whole day was mild and fair. At lower elevations, however, there were banks of fog. Brownie opened the day with song over at Robinson's, but when I called him, returned at once, running and flying. Rhody was still at his roost in the Scamell's pine at 9:15 A.M. and refused to come down for worms or meat. He was still there at 10 to 10:15, ditto 11:10 to 11:25. I did not call on him again but at about 1:30 he was at the cage for food and for a good stare at the youngsters, who seemed more than usually interested in him, moving about to keep in touch with him, flattening their bellies upon the ground facing him and making wanks and goose-like sounds. Curious how the tactics have reversed.