jumped to my knee for another mouse. The dog broke away and chased Archie out of sight. I introduced myself to Mrs. Hill and told her what I was trying to do. She volunteered to speak to the boys that had tried to kill him. Everybody on top of the hill likes him, but did not realize he was a tame bird. I located , during the various conversation, the approximate focal point of the "enemy" and went there, rang the door bell. A man came out one door, a woman the other. I don't know their names. I explained my mission. They were pleasant enough but the woman said: "I hate him". The basis of the hatred proved to be that Archie had been seen by her eating a sparrow, that she had taken one away from him, that he chased all the birds; "everybody" hated him; she had spent a long time attracting birds to her place and he had chased them away and killed them. They were all trying to kill Archie and had been shooting at him, but had not been able to hit him, but would get him yet! This looked like an impasse. Basically she was a bird-lover actually. I explained the results of road-runner stomach examinations as showing the balance was in favor of the road-runner. Explained effect of man's disturbing Nature's balance, upon man himself, etc. She wanted to know if I couldn't take him away. Said if he stayed she would stop feed- ing the other birds as she would not attract them only to have them killed. She was weakening, so I conceded appreciation of her feeling for birds (which was undoubtedly genuine) and we got into friendly conversation. She and the man are English. The shooters were her next door neighbors. She is undoubtedly the focal point of infection and her stand is not unreasonable, though, as I explained to her as diplomatically as I could, one which, if fol- lowed up by direct action against the bird would bring the actor into conflict with the law, and I would see that appropriate action would be taken. She wanted to know how I would find out! I think I convinced her that it would be easy, but will omit details here. As a matter of fact, while I probably would have difficulty in proving anything before a jury I am reasonably certain that, through certain boys, I would have no difficulty in actually locating the culprit. I think I gained at least a sort of armistice for Archie, but no more. If he should stay in the neighborhood he would eventually be shot. I had already resolved during the conversation to take him away, but did not tell the woman so. We parted on a reasonably friendly basis, though "in suspense". I arranged with Donald Brock to go with me after dark and get Archie. So about 8:30 P.M. called on Miss Melvin and two of her friends to explain our intentions and "square" ourselves with her. They were all rather sad about it, but could see no other way out. We found Archie in his roost. One little squawk, two little squirms, and he was in a well ventilated paste-board box, perfectly quiet. When I opened it here he was lying down, tail up against the wall in approved road-runner fashion. He is now, 10:10 P.M., tail up against the wall, on his old shelf. The plan, at present, is to let him recover from his head injury, in the cage, if he can brook confinement now, then take him out to Lake Chabot where there are road-runners, and where the public is excluded and the territory patrolled. It was noticed today, that, due to the head injury, the white part of his skin-patch has turned green. I learned, while at Miss Melvin's this evening, much to my gratification, that the boys I had talked to in the forenoon ,