it was too big--one of his few over-estimates of his throat calibre--and had abandoned the attempt, leaving a coating of saliva which indicated that a little beyond the shoulders was his farthest South. As a "reward" I got him a young rat which he disposed of in no time. The evidence that he caught the living bird and killed it is only circumstantial, but there can be little doubt that that is precisely what he did. As far as I am concerned he can have all the towhees he can catch--there are too many of them here--if he will "lay off" of the other birds. This place is out of balance towee-wise anyway. 12 to 15 nests per year on a place this size are too many. At 7:15 P.M. I went to see if he was in his night roost in the oak of the west lot. He was. July 20th. I did not see Rhody until 1:15, when I found him under the trees near the cage. Unless he is in the cage, or on top of the observatory roof, finding him is more or less of an accident. When I headed for the shop he boomed as if to make sure that I had not overlooked him. I kept on and he boomed again. He then decided to follow. The first offering was a young white rat large enough to run about a little. This aroused no enthusiasm what ever. A younger one of the same kind with eyes not yet open was then put before him. Rhody merely glanced at it, waited patiently for more acceptable offerings. Next I produced a smallish white mouse, selecting a white one instead of a gray one purposely. He reacted to it at once, squeezed it once or twice and swallowed it while it was still kicking. This was a mistake. It was too much alive, so he disgorged it hurriedly and "killed it some more". It was still alive when it disappeared permanently. Next Rhody discovered one of his own wing feathers in the road and fussed with it a half minute. Object unknown. Next a sudden dash into the glade, where I followed and sat down. He strolled up to me slowly looking pointedly all about his feet for the worm that I might have tossed and he overlooked. An old trick. I hap- pened to have no worms, so he went back to the road and gathered pine needles, but instead of taking them to the nest--a thing he has not done for several days--he went off on one of his fantastic series of ground evolutions through the bushes. Until 3:45 he preened and loafed and caught dexterously worms which he had shown me he wanted and I went and got for him. (Three still "shots" of him, 1/100 sec., f.6.3, dis. 6 to 8', in an attempt to get him with raised crest and colors displayed). He boomed as I arrived where I was sitting--I had expected him to come as I did not think the one mouse would satisfy him long. He followed to the shop where I gave him another white mouse. He performed none of his ritual with any of these mice. It has been several days since he has sat in his nest. It seems to be entirely out of his mind. July 21st. to 24th., incl. During this period Rhody continued his present policy of remaining away during the forenoons and reappearing sometime between 1 and 2 P.M., sometimes later, and then remaining until about 6 P.M., when his slow march to his night roost in the oak