June 25th. Rhody was in nest 5-36 at 8 A.M. I had little time to devote to the birds today, but noted Rhody about the place a few times on happening to be out on the garden. Also thrashers at the oval lawn. June 26th. At 7:15 A.M. Rhody was sunning his back near the cage and whined on seeing me. I gave him one of the young rats, now about reaching the limit if his capacity to swallow. R needed this rat for himself, so no ritual. About 8:15 he went up and examined the interior of the glass house and fuss ed with nest 4-36 inside. He then observed a rough platform of a half-dozen twigs that I had placed, a couple of months ago, in Brownie's old nest site in the dormitory tree, hoping that Rhody would adopt it for one of his nests. This platform is about 5 feet horizontally from nest 4-36. For several minutes Rhody on it energetically, spreading out the branches, bending growing twigs aside and apparently making a careful estimate of its de- fects and advantages, as judged by his close scrutiny of everything in and around it. He then came down, got a twig and placed it carefully in nest 4-36 instead. Down again, he got another twig, seemed to consider what to do with it, took it to the mirror (for inspiration!) then took it up to 5-36 ! Rat-juice is evidently strong medicine, but it does not seem to be an aid in coordination of nesting activities. ARCHIE About 10 A.M. I went to look up Archie, work up sentiment among the people (especially boys) of the neighborhood in his favor, find out who his enemies were, and decide whther or not to he should be allowed to remain there, in view of the dangers to which he might be found subjected. First the Risdon boys were talked to and left in a state bordering upon enthusiasm in his behalf. It developed that it was an older brother that had caught him and put him in a chicken coop and then released him. Possibly that is where some of his damage occurred. Next three boys at the Hill home. All of these had seen him--the mother of some of them (I don't know who they were) had tried to photograph him, but could not approach him. "Nobody" could. "Everybody" liked him, but there were some tough boys at the bottom of the hill that had tried to shoot him. He had been seen that morning. I told them his history, etc. as I had the other boys. Suddenly Archie appeared about 100 feet away cross ing the street. I called to him and he stopped. I told the boys to watch and see if what I had told them was not true. I called Archie. He came trotting up to me. I invited him to my knee and he jumped up and received a mouse. Here the boys seized their dog and kept him from t-rying to catch A. One boy rushed into the house and brought out his mother with a camera. She plunged down upon the ground with camera ready. An automobile buzzed by. A bolted, but came back on call. Another car approached. The occupant saw what was afoot stopped, got out and walked to her home avoiding A in a large cirfle. (She proved to be a Mrs. Gibbons, knew Archie and knew where slept--for several weeks). I called Archie to me where Mrs. Hill could get a "shot" at him and he