1237 precisely wtoh my first meeting with Rhody this morning, the only difference being that, this time, it was 9:30 A.M. Instead of returning here at once, I went on over to the O'Neill's, finding that Rhody had not been seen in their acacia tree last night, thoug looked for. On my return here Rhody decided to follow to the shop, where I gave him two mice--one of them small. He did the usual things until about 5 P.M., when he came for a third mouse, then disappeared. I anticipated, that, being well fed, and the sky being overcast, he would probably retire early. Accordingly I went to his oak in the west lot, but he was not there (At about 5:30). However, he evidently had an eye on me, for he came running from the field to the south, planted himself in front of me with feet spread and tail braced on the sidewalk, and prepared to catch worms on the fly. After catching 20 or 30 expertly he looked in the direction of his night roost intently, as if he had heard something alarming there, then walked toward it slowly, disappearing in the underbrush. At exactly 5:51 he jumped across the space separating it from the adjacent tree, but it was a minute or two before I could actually see him, composed for the night. So he has not made a permanent shift, and it may be that he has not even made a temporary one. (Sunset 7:10). It seems that it was an early retirement, as expected; but I have not checked up on this phase of his behavior recently. August 10th. and 11th. No new manifestation on the part of Rhody during this period, although, on the 11th., he was not seen here until about 4 P.M., at which time he sailed down from the acacias along the north fence and trotted directly to me in expectation of benefits; so I headed for the shop closely followed by the bird. This time, one mouse was all he needed. August 12th. At 7 A.M. Rhody was not in his night roost, nor could I see himbut in the field at first. In a few minutes he stepped out of the shrubbery,about 200 yards to the south, across the street from the O'Neill house. At this time of year this field is covered with short, dry stubble (straw colored) with a scattering of green weeds. This is essentially Rhody's color scheme as viewed from a distance of a few yards. Against this back-ground, at a distance of a hundred or so yards, or even 200, about all one sees of him is a "black" tail sloping up at about 45 degrees, and a small, black, acute triangle (representing his head) with base toward the tail. These two objects move about together, but other- wise, depending upon the distance, nearly separate entities. I went over to see him and found him pleased to catch worms on the fly, but totally ignoring a stink-bug that crawled about at my feet and stood on its head when touched with a straw. That is: Rhody, although he looked at the bug, made no effort to catch it. Next he went south across the street to inspect the interior of the Wickland's living room through the window, without display of any kind. At the present time, this is his attitude toward all closed windows, as well as mirrors. He then returned to the field, but did not follow me, and when I looked back, had discovered something interesting in the