Rhody's scuta. (Refer to note, p.1261, Sept. 20). It is now seen that Rhody'S scuta are all of light, yellowish horn-color, the blue now being confined to edges and crevices between scales, in the manner of what house painters call a "glaze". This is normal. Early in my acquaintance with Rhody reference was made to a blue "garter" on each leg. These were merely bluish scuta ( or places from which horn-colored ones had been shed(?)) symmetrically placed at the upper ends of his tarsi, looking like garters, although they did not go all the way around. October 7th. During my absence Brownie added nothing to his "nest" and since my return he showed no interest in it until this morning after I gave him worms. Early in my acquaintance with B and Greenie it was recorded, that, during periods of rest from nest building, feeding them would make them go back to work. About 10:30 Rhody decided to follow to the shop-yard for a mouse. For a considerable period now his mornings have been given over to foraging (or resting) elsewhere. He wanted no more mice during the day, only meat. His roosting time was not observed. October 8th. Rhody again spent most of his forenoon in the west lot, for the most part under or near a bush where he would be inconspicuous, and at the same time, get some shade. These particular bushes (baccharis and old-man sage) are very dry at this season after the summer drought and Rhody blends in with them well. He can thus occupy what would ordinarily be a rather conspicuous position, such as at the top of a high bank near the street, see everything and yet not attract attention. I found him in such a place about 8:30 A.M. He came down and out to the street to catch worms tossed to him, retreating to his bush each time a car passed. About 2 P.M. he had four good sized pieces of hamburger at the cage and a huge drink. It was too hot (85) for him to do any sunning whatever--shade was in order. A large spider (probably either a trap-door spider or a taran- tula--a vicious fighter it proved) was offered him; Apparently he had no space left for it, though he inspected it closely and watched it whenever it ran. Ordinarily he eats them. I gave him about three quarters of an hour to make up his mind about it, then called Brownie, who went off with it at once. During this period Rhody,who was back toward me at the time, suddenly turned, ran toward me three feet and began scraping leaves aside with his bill about 2 feet from the spider. He un- earthed a small white pupa incapable of locomotion. This he ate. Evidently it fitted the space better than the spider. Also, though it seems incredible, I believe he located it by sound . At 4:14 I stood near his roosting tree waiting for him to come. At 4:30, my patience exhausted (with the sun on the back of my neck) I decided that he would probably be found out in the street leaving home, and that is how it worked out. Why he should stand in the middle of the street like a statue is beyond me; but it is an old trick. Three cars passing in rapid succession sent him off too the field to the south. Finally, in my company, he recrossed