evidence of R; undoubtedly he had escaped. Mrs. Scamell says the cat on arrival bolted at once down into the basement and that she would like to know what technique we used on him, as it was a new performance on his part! We had done absolutely nothing. It appears that Tommy-Leo was eating a mouse on the lawn and Rhody was across the street 50 or 60 yards away. Mrs. S watched the cat dispose of the mouse, and glancing up, saw Rhody there near him. The cat began to switch his tail and sneak up on the bird, who was not alarmed at first. From that point onward the course of events is confused. Passing thrasher nest No.10 on returning from the search, one bird was seen sitting in it quietly, but later it was empty. About 2P.M., after an extensive search, Rhody was seen out in the field in the company of a flicker, both appeared to be getting plenty to eat. Rhody came in response to call, dawdling along the intervening 50 yards or so, catching insects and quickening his pace as he got nearer and presumably saw the meat. About half way, he greeted me with his "rattle-boo" and forged ahead uphill through the long grass. After swallowing the meat (only half of it), he catched a spider and strolled casually toward this place, getting quite a lot to eat. At one place he concentrated on something that had to be pulled out of the ground. He dug about it with his bill, swept the grass aside with side strokes like a thrasher, pulled off some of the leaves and devoted himself to hard pulling, his hold slipping frequently necessitating quick backward steps to preserve his balance. A large bus came down the hill and around the curve; Rhody forgot everything else, shot by me like a meteor with crest raised, his red, white and blue displayed, passed immediately in front of the bus, across the street and up the driveway to safety. Inspection of his operations showed that he had been trying to pull