resilient in appearance, raising and lowering crest and displaying skin colors. I remain quietly in car. He does not come to me, but walks about observingly, runs out into Selborne Drive (away from me) and defecates, turning to observe results as is his habit. 11:10. He dashes up bank and into the brush of west lot. Wrentits begin to scold. 11:13. I go up into brush to see what tits are scolding. Find brown and spotted towhees and one hermit thrush with them. Rhody is, of course, the object, but I can not see him anywhere. 11:20 I give up and turn to leave. A thump behind me, with rustling in the thick carpet of dry leaves [illegible] announces Rhody's intention not to be overlooked. He comes to me to get worms. He undoubtedly was up on a branch of one of the oaks. 11:25. R has eaten all the worms and I leave. He comes out of the brush to take up his post on the bank. (Temp. here 59). On this occasion Rhody remained in his roost apparently for 20 hours and 12 minutes continuously. The only way to prove definitely that, when he goes to roost, he stays there until he gets out of it for good and all is for me to go to roost with him and stay there as long as he does. However, my atavistic impulses are strong enough to induce me to resume--even in the cause of science--the arboreal habits of my remote forefathers. 2:50 P.M. At about 1:15 I decided to look up Rhody. He had not been to the cage for meat. He was not at his post. It was still overcast, but not raining. (Temp. 60). I climbed the bank to his roost tree on the chance that he might have gone to roost early, but he was not there. However, precisely at 1:22, while I was still looking up into his tree, he jumped across from his regular take-off point in the ladder tree and landed in his roost just over my head. For 20 minutes (until 1:42) I tried to induce him to come down by offering worms, meat and a live mouse, and while once or twice it looked as if he would succumb to temptation, he stuck where he was. This seemed to be pretty good evidence that he had made his last appearance for the day. About 1:45, as I left him, it began to rain slightly. Maybe he is also a weather prophet! Assuming that he had retired for the day, it will be seen that he was up only 2 hours and 16 minutes November_15th. The rain yesterday amounted to only a trace. This morning opened bright and fair. Considering the fine weather and the fact that Rhody retired very early yesterday and (as far as I know) had but a few worms to eat, I reasoned that he probably would get up early, but not earlier than 9 A.M. Here is the evidence: 9 A.M. : In his roost, no sign of getting up, temp. 59. 10 A.M. Still in roost. 11 A.M. " " , but I decided to wait nearby to time him. 11:31 A flock of 20 or more bush-tits invaded R's tree. 11:32 He sails down, landing 6 feet from me, much interested in the world, which he appeared never to have noticed before. Very cocky and jaunty and more intent upon sunning his back and looking at the