1274 except that, on the 17th. he used up 45 minutes in passing up through his ladder tree, arriving at his roost at 4:46. Jays have "the" fly also. On both of these days a California jay took the initiative in making my acquaintance, coming down from a tree to stand in front of me and wait for worms to be tossed to him, as it proved. As I have never encouraged these birds, it seems not improbable that he has learned by observing Brownie and Rhody. On more than one occasion "the" fly has been seen riding around on top of his head. This bird was singularly confiding, considering the reputation I must have with the jays, and would stand in front of me and sing his curious little sub-song and all but take worms from hand. Brownie and jay. B did not like this bird and was shy of him. In order to get worms from me in the jay's presence, Brownie would approach me only from the rear, so that I handed him worms behind my back. He was "wooden" whenever the jay was near me. October 18th. I visited Rhody's roost at 7:A.M., but he was not there. About an hour later he was occupying his observation post on the bank near it. A little later he was on the roof of the Fish home in the hollow a hundred yards south of here. He spent a couple of hours in and near their garden, looking into their living room window, flying up the wall and catching something under the eaves, followed by a long rest in the open field near their hedge. He was practically invisible at one hundred yards. About noon a man with a gun, accompanied by two women, strolled along the sidewalk in leisurely fashion and, when opposite the Fish house, stopped and looked down toward it intently. I moved into a strategical position prepared to do murder if necessary (without weapons) but they passed on. Rhody, in the meantime, had come home, and was in the cage when I returned. He ate half of the meat and then retired (after a good drink) to the upper annex for a two hour's rest. (Five hawks were seen at one time overhead while he was in there) When Rhody came out a little after 2 P.M. (after having another long drink) he passed by the meat dish and also refused mice. He then spent another period of 2 hours in an acacia on the south bank. (The same one where he was reported as apparently look- ing for a roosting place on the 11th.) He did not leave this tree until 4:15 P.M. I really thought he had decided to roost there, but he went to his old place, jumping to position No.1 in the ladder tree at 4:33. I watched him clinging to the nearly vertical trunk at that point for a bout 7 minutes, stock still as usual, when, as I turned my head to glance at a passing car, I heard a sudden rustle of leaves and a hawk flew swiftly away from the exact spot on the trunk occupied an instant before by Rhody! I hurriedly climbed the 20 foot bank. No Rhody. Also no feathers. I waited by the ladder tree, noting a little trail that he has worn to the point where he takes off for position No. 1: a knot on the trunk. In about 5 minutes he came warily out of the bushes, not using his trail, looking at everything else but me, and perched on a baccharis branch a foot from the ground and 5 feet from me, 10 feet from Pos. 1. Here he spent about 10 minutes inspecting everything that could be seen from his perch without moving, but me. Listen- ing, listening. I would like to think that he derived some sense of protection from my presence, but am inclined toward the view that his attitude toward me was less positive; that, in fact, I