September 24th. Brownie's song began long before sunrise. (Sunrise 5:59 A.M.) A warm search for Rhody ends by his being found at home. Rhody is pretty "sot" in his determinations. R goes to investigate quail disturbance. R decides to have close view of the police dog. Discovers dog. Makes insulting gestures. Dog comes out.-- a surprisingly mild encounter. I looked for Rhody at his various haunts about the vicinity for about an hour, up hill and down dale, returning here about 10 A.M. dripping with perspiration (Temp. 80). There were no signs of him, but as I stood gazing into the cage, he slipped out of the bushes behind me, acknowledged my presence by raised crest, displayed colors and a pirouette and headed stubbornly for the inside of the cage to get his meat and a long drink. He would not consider changing his mind once it was made up in favor of meat. Rhody is pretty "sot" in carrying out his intentions and seems to know fairly definitely what he wants (except when his reflexes and instincts are all mixed up during the mating season). Next trial was made of the upper annex of the cage as a resting place, but it proved too hot, so he came out to join me in the shade and catch worms. Loud pitting by quail down on the street next demanded his immediate attention and he was off like an arrow. When I arrived there all excitement had subsided and R was sitting on the curb trying to decide what next to do. An aimless stroll up the street for a hundred yards or so, with pauses to view the scenery and occasional sudden short dashes to catch grasshoppers again left him without any pressing affairs confronting him, hence return here was in order. Part way back he must have decided to investigate the new dog-hazard, for he ran directly toward the new house, following the curve of the street, then proceeded to advance cautiously toward the open doors of the garage. These doors are at street level and about 30 feet from the curb. Thus Rhody had to shift his course about 90 degrees, so there is little doubt of his intention to investigate either the garage or the dog. The dog, for the present at least, keeps himself in or in front of the garage, and usually barks vociferously at all passers-by. I stationed myself in a position to intercept the dog (who was invisible to me) if it became necessary to protect the bird in its expected retreat. As Rhody approached the door he crouched low as if stalking game, but did not look into the interior with both eyes--only one. He suddenly stood erect and jerked head and tail upright, but did not retreat. He kept his place, repeating this gesture. I now saw the dog lying on the floor inside and aware of the bird. It arose slowly and approached the bird, not at all menacingly, whereas I had expected a rush and a roar. My presence alone, judging by precedent, should have been sufficient to cause barking at least, and a big bird like Rhody, only ten or fifteen feet away, making what might excusably be considered insulting gestures, seemed to offer some incentive to positive action. I thought Rhody would flee instantly in panic, xixax but I was wrong there also. He merely retreated a few steps at a time, as the dog approached slowly, and stopped occasionally to repeat, his head and tail jerking with some side-stepping and about-facing. He was either very brave, very curious or very foolish, or, barely possibly, deriving some assurance from my presence. As the dog continued to approach, Rhody worked around behind me, then up into the "chaparral" on my bank. The dog came only as far as where I stood, friendly enough, then retreated to his garage. Rhody next came down behind me and the dog came out again. I then occupied a position about midway between them, 6 or 8 feet from either of them. They had a good look at each other--the dog