answered from the expected direction about 250 yards away and soon was seen sailing down hill toward me in the longest single flight I have ever seen him make; practically all of it a glide, landing about 40 feet in front of me and running the rest of the way. Rhody continued to eat both mice and meat, not hesitating, if hungry enough, to eat mice of any color or size. On the 30th, I was away from 5:25 A.M. until noon, on my return finding Rhody in his acacia. He greeted me with whines and followed to the shop for his mouse. His fear of strangers remains undiminished. On one of these days two boys came to see the birds. Rhody was found in the cage. He retreated to the highest and most remote point from us as we approached and peered out from behind a shelf while we were still 50 feet away. Finally he decided to come out and while still in the cage, conducted himself with great restraint and dignity; but as soon as he reached the door, he was off like an arrow and could not be found as long as the visitors were present. Within five minutes of their departure, he was in full sight in the middle of the driveway, waiting for an invitation to follow for a mouse. Sept. 1st. Now that Rhody, presumably, is no longer distracted by the mysterious impulses of the reproductive cycle, his actions are less complex and his mental activities, as judged by his behavior, are better coordinated. He still likes to visit the magpies, watch them closely and occasionally rattle his beak and boo at them, with a little display now and then. There is no longer any ceremony attached to the acceptance of mice: no bowing, hrooing, tail- wagging and presentation at the mirror. A glance now and then at the mirror, indifferently for a second or two is as much as can be expected; although after eating a mouse in the shop-yard he is inclined to jump up on the window sill and make a brief survey of his reflection. He has not gone back to his older form of "mirror- dance" at all. There is no more carrying about of mice and liz- ards with song from high places. In fact he scarcely mounts to the roof at all. He is never seen at any of his nests and seems unaware of their existence. There is no aimless picking up of things, carrying them a few feet, dropping them and trying something else. He seems to know pretty well what he wants and how to get it, and be able to carry out a modest enterprise to its logical con- clusion without being deflected from it by minor distractions. Thus, this morning, two examples: About 9:30 A.M., as I passed a bush of Old man, I came suddenly upon Rhody busily engaged in preening in the open six feet away. There was not even a momentary start or instinctive crouch. He kept on preening. (Itself an interesting operation, with deft touches of the bill here and there to fluff out feathers that had become matted; rubbing of his cheeks upon his oil-gland then using his head as swab to apply the oil to his feathers, drawing each of his tail and wing feathers through his beak to the very tip; scratching his crest and removing the "dandruff"; a vigorous scratching of his "gills" first on one to side and then the other; delicate probing about each eye; a final stretch followed by a vigorous shake). While preening he paid no attention to me at all; but when finished, stepped closer and waited, anticipating a mouse invitation. When I walked toward the shop, he followed of course, with