even when the young birds call, the parents may not be able to locate them exactly and may even look for them in a direction op- posite to the proper one. At 1:45 P.M. Rhody seeks the shade and the breeze in which to rest. Temp. 80. He still does not want mice. Nest foul. 7:10 P.M. The 9:15 note states that the nest had not been fouled. Examination at 5:30 showed that it had been fouled, perhaps since that time. With the exception of the October--No- vember nest of 1934 this is the first fouling noted of a thrasher nest, and indicates something not just right with the youngsters (as in 1934) or perhaps delayed departure, since, as has been noted the excrement becomes more fluid when the time to leave approach- es. As a result if departure does not synchronize properly with this change the parents are not able to dispose of the excrement. properly. 2 still in nest. Two youngsters are still in the nest. B still feeds these two. Referring to note of 10:04. Brownie did not withhold food entirely during the afternoon. He stuffed both chicks well on one occasion with my help, and fed them more later, although most worms were eaten by him. Cous's Chicken- Magpie. R also has dog- cat characteristics, as wit- ness: Couses characterizes the roadrunner as a singular bird : "A cuckoo compounded of a chicken and a magpie." Rhody also combines with this dog and cat characteristics. Truly a singular bird, as witness: About 4:30 he sailed down from nest 5-36, came back to me, lowered his head and whined pathetically. The answer was worms. These he caught as they were tossed to him. The whine (or mew) may be either cat or dog. The catching is dog. Thinking he might now accept a mouse, I got one for him. He was not interested until the creature crawled under a rock. He stood by, doglike, watching while I tilted the rock. When the mouse ran away he merely followed it watching it curiously until it disappeared under a manroot vine (Echinocystis). He wandered off to the glade for a drink. There he heard something that called him back to the manroot where it spread out in a broad curtain over the bank that forms the northern side of the road. He crouched, perfectly quiet, for a half hour watching the vine intently. (Still hunting, like a cat). He gave up, came and stood in front of me, facing me and whined. Suddenly he was off like a shot. A lizard (probably from under the manroot) had darted away full speed. Rhody, handicapped by 20 feet, had him in 30 feet. He brought him back and dropped him in front of me, then started to walk about him in a circle (cat). When the lizard tried to bolt had him instantly. Then followed a bowing and tail-wagging march to the west for 120 yards, with occasional hroos and glances up into the trees. He then reversed his course. When half-way back he went up 20 feet in a pine, walked out a limb that overhung the road, squatted on a bunch of cones and ate the mouse. The location suggested nests, so he moved twigs with his bill and turned about, dog-like, to trample others into an elementary sort of resting place (dog). Here he rested for 15 minutes, then crawled back to the main trunk, broke off dead twigs and dropped them to the ground, then sailed down to the road, with the wind, making the first bad landing I have ever seen him guilty of, in consequence; trotted to the cage 80 yards away. When I got there he was already installed in his armchair-shelf looking