Between 1 and 2 he got his meat at the cage. At 2 P.M. I found him back at his post. On call he came for a mouse. Being otherwise engaged, I did not check up on his roosting time. Nothing seen or heard of Brownie or any other thrasher today. November 11th. Rhody came down from his roost at precisely 9:05 A.M., land-beside me. As he was about to have a worm a chow dog appeared, causing him to run off at great speed. A few minutes later he was at his post, where I gave him worms. About noon, still there, more worms. At 2:30 P.M. still on the west lot--more worms. He wanted only a few and though he had had neither meat nor mouse, showed signs of wanting to go to roost. (By dusting thoroughly and wandering off in that direction. At 2:44 exactly he jumped from the ladder tree to his roost. This, I believe, is the earliest roosting time observed. (Cloudy, temp. 64, no wind. Sunset 5:02). Assuming that he will not leave the roost today, he will have been out of his roost but 5 hours and 39 minutes today. He had evidently had all the food he required. There are still plenty lizards, grasshoppers, crickets, etc. to be had. No Brownie all day. November 12th. At 8 A.M. Rhody was in his roost. (Temp. 55, bright and sunny). Brownie returns. At 8:45 I whistled for Brownie, and to my delight, the truant appeared at once and jumped to my hand for worms. I believe this is his longest absence in 4 years, but only the notes can tell. (I do not know that he has actually been away, of course; but certainly he has been unfindable during this period). He was extremely concerned about what the bushes and trees might conceal and, when a flicker flew overhead, dashed headlong into the bushes. Rhody in night roost After watching nearly an hour, Rhody at last sailed down from his roost at precisely 9:42 A.M. Thus he was in his roost just under 19 hours (18 hours 58 minutes). I doubt if this is his longest continuous occupancy of his night roost; since he has been seen to stay in it as late as 3:30 (?) P.M. (Past notes will show). On coming to me he was animated and buoyant: raising and lowering crest and tail, displaying skin colors and apparently much interested in everything going on without being wary or furtive. He fully understands the significance of my hand movements as related to worm-tossing. When he sees that I am about ready to flick one toward him, he becomes visibly smaller: he sleeks down his feathers--he "contracts" automatically as he watches my hand, prepared to snatch the worm out of the air. About 10 I again called Brownie while seated near the oval lawn. He appeared in the driveway, but would not run down the middle as is his wont. He kept carefully to the fringes of the shrubbery, moving a foot or two at a time and scrutinizing care-