eagerly. When I turned back he trotted along behind to the Scamell's front garden. I then called Mrs. Scamell and pointed at the bird, of whom she is very fond, much to her delight. Rhody then climbed a sycamore tree at the sidewalk and composed himself for a good rest, after taking another worm or two. Early in the afternoon I went out to where I saw him in the field and gave him a mouse. Perhaps as a result he did not come to the cage at all for meat during the day. The meat and the nu- merous grasshoppers and other insects he caught rendered it unne- cessary. About 4:30 I went to his tree to observe his going to roost. I gave up about 5 P.M., thinking he had changed his mind, and left, but on my way back saw him headed for the ladder tree, so returned. He always has to sit in this tree for several minutes. I wished to see if my presence annoyed him at such a private moment, so approached him and held up the worm box. He unhesitat- ingly reached down into it for worms. At exactly 5:06 he made his final move across the gap into his night roost. (Sunset 5:58. Temp. 60. Smoke from forest fires the last few days decreasing insolation). September 29th. Observations at this point will be interrupted for a few days due to the necessity of my going to Los Angeles on matters not connected with birds. Notes interrupted.... October 5th. I look up Rhody. Arrived home yesterday at 1 P.M., having left here by motor, on the afternoon of the 29th ult., driving down the San Joaquin Valley. About 3 P.M. yesterday I looked up Rhody, finding him standing in the middle of the street below looking at the neighbor's dog! He seems to have the dog-complex. When he saw me he cocked up head and tail in greeting and moved toward me at once, but the dog also approached and Rhody ran off to the west, climbed up the bank and disappeared somewhere in my grounds. In looking for him I nearly stepped on him, but, after a momentary start, he caught tossed worms expertly and then trotted after me dutifully to the mousery a hundred yards away, where he accepted the first mouse offered. Julio tells me that he had a mouse per day during my absence. Road-runners at Los Angeles Country Club. At Los Angeles I put up at the Los Angeles Country club, getting the same room that I had occupied for seven years and had left 11 years ago. On going out for a look around shortly after my arrival I was delighted to meet a road-runner foraging in the rough near the 18th. green of the North course. He was catching fat, pulpy worms that were crawling about in the rough grass and was not alarmed by my presence 30 to 40 feet away--only "careful". As if to confirm observations upon Rhody here, he did the "open bowl sun-fit" for me. This caused me to note that it was pleasantly cool with a breeze coming in from the ocean--in fact it was not hot enough for the spread-eagle pose. Across the barranca a hundred yards away was another road-run- er. In seven years of residence (continuous) at the club, during