January 27th. Another night scare. As I approached the cage in the morning the young road- racers were very subdued and did not greet me, though waiting in the usual place on the perch at the entrance. The foreheads of both were cut and bleeding and their upper mandibles abraded through to the quick. Feathers were all about the cage and up on the wires. About 100 were picked up (over 90 were actually count- ed). Feathers of all kinds were present: tail and wing feathers; crest, body, head, neck, breast and even from the false wings. I enclosed each of the birds in turn in both hands without their trying to avoid the contact. Both were trembling. Tremors would sweep over them in consecutive waves. By placing my ear against their sides lightly the sounds caused by the muscular action could be plainly heard, coinciding in time phase with the trembling as felt by the hands. They were pathetically gentle and compliant, but suspicious of all outside events, watching and listening keenly, and showing no tendency to avoid each other. Throughout the day they were extremely nervous, responding to the alarm calls of outside birds and ready to freeze at any moment. They must have had a very bad fright in the night or the early morning. No cat was caught in the trap. The bait was not taken. Probably a hawk or an owl was to blame. When bed-time came they would not go to their regular roosts, although Archie would repeatedly follow his regular route to his couch part way and retreat. Terry would not even go near his, nor would he voluntarily enter the covered part of the cage. He reverted to the same tactics used when he and Archie had a misunderstanding as to resting places, that is: he sought out all sorts of uncomfortable and exposed corners and, for the first time in many weeks, sought to put up for the night on my shoulder with tail against my cheek. As the light began to fail they rapidly became more helpless in their wanderings, peering nearsightedly at objects and hesitating to jump up to perches with which they are perfectly familiar There is a certain long, narrow perch along which both birds are wont to run expertly in the day-time. Placed on this, Terry spread his wings and tail as if in fear of falling off (which he nearly did) then crouched low and started walking along it with utmost care, haltingly like a decrepit person walking a plank over an abyss. Yet it was not too dark for me to see well enough to perform any accustomed act with ease. It seemed clear that the birds had been frightened while in their beds and fear of those locations remained with them. That is what I wanted to find out as possibly throwing some light upon their sudden and complete abandonment of their former roosts as covered by earlier notes. Curiously enough when it became so dark that they could not (I suppose) see well enough to do any further investigation of other locations, each bird made its one and only effort to occupy its regular resting place, blunderingly but successfully. It was now 5:45 P.M.--long after their regular time. (Sunset 5:26, cloody). 8:15 P.M. They are comfortably at rest in their usual places. A large cloth is over the entire top of the cage to protect them from marauders from above. By Wednesday night I hope to have in place a system of 10 oz., khaki-colored duck covers in [kkzz] operable from the ground, covering the roof, removable in the day time. This will extend to 3 feet below the eaves, down