1295. November_24th. Again in the upper portion of a fog this morning, clearing about 10:30 A.M. At 10:20 A.M., as it was still foggy, although the sun could be dimly seen, I thought Rhody would surely be in his roost; but he was not, and the thermometer was down to 48. He was not at his post on the bank either, so I looked through the brush and found him sitting quietly on the ground in a secluded spot ready for worms. When I went out into the open he soon followed, opening up to catch the sun on his back and preen when the sun came out at 10:30. Each of the new feathers had to have work done upon it in removing the "cellophane" from the base of the quill and everything required oiling. He really has a bigger job on his hands now than when he is moulting, because there are more of his most important feathers growing out at one time than ever before. (I should think this would make him eat more). He nibbled the nipple of his oil gland, beginning at the tip of his bill and extending the operation all along the gape, zx xxhxtims then rubbing his cheeks and ear coverts upon the gland vigorously. In doing this his ear coverts are erected like brush- es, and probably perform that function as his next move is to rub whatever portion of his plumage needs oiling with his bill, cheeks and coverts. Each of his rectrices is drawn between his mandibles several times. His new rectrices appear somewhat less than half grown, but it is impossible to judge accurately. At 1:15 he was not to be seen, but when I went up to his present preferred loafing ground, he soon came out of the bushes for his mouse. (Temp. 60, hazy overhead, but warm in the sun. no wind). After about 10 minutes looking off over the country from the edge of the bank he headed for the ladder tree, arriving at position No. 1 at 1:32. There he stayed until 1:50 when he again repeated yesterday's first-time performance by dropping down to the ground, going out into the open and warming his back some more. I wonder what this departure from his "fixed" habit means. No Brownie all day. November 25th. (Sunrise 7:00 A.M., sunset 4:53). The house was again enveloped in the thin, upper layers of a fog this morning, clearing before 10 A.M. (We are gaining on it! ) Went down to see Rhody about 10:25, finding him in his roost. He soon moved over to the porch of his new house and sailed down from there at 10:35, moving directly to his post on the south bank. As I was about to toss him worms, a man approached, asked a lot of intelligent questions and Rhody ran off into concealment. I did not look him up again until about 1:15. He was not at his post. Further search disclosed him sitting placidly in the glassed-in portion of the cage, where he has not been seen since his accident. He had had nothing to eat from me and it may be that this temporary failure of the comissary department caused him to fall back into the same old groove after weeks of avoiding it. At 1:37 he came down, had another piece of meat and proceeded to the glade, where his presence at once incited comments from wrentits, hermit thrushes, crowned sparrows and towhees. He next proceeded in leisurely fashion along the path in the