Shade temperature there was probably 10 degrees higher than my thermometer under the oak in the court here would show, based on past readings under similar conditions. (Temp. here 61). He now wandered back across the street and took up his old post, with no sign of going to roost. (1:40 P.M.). At 2:40 I found him already in his roost for the night. (Temp. 61, clear and calm). Earlier rising and feeding did not cause him to go to roost correspondingly earlier, it seems, though I have no positive proof of this. Rhody's tail progress. I judge that his new tail is about three quarters of its final length. There is no evidence that his appetite has been increased due to the necessity of renewing all these new feathers at the same time. A tuft of five or six new quills was noticed for the first time today on his crown; so probably he lost some crown feathers in the debacle. [illegible] There was considerable sub-song by Brownie during the day and Nova was with him often. December 2nd. The sun rose clear, but the air somewhat smoky from forest fires in the counties of Napa and Sonoma north of the Bay, imparting a somewhat lurid tinge to the light (first noted yesterday afternoon when the cause was not known). Brownie sang a little in the early morning. At 10:15 (Smoky. temp. 50) Rhody was still in his roost, light breeze from the north. He did not come down when I left. Brownie, here, and somewhat anxious to keep informed of Nova's exact whereabouts, turning his head to keep her in view and "gurgling" when with me. The vacant space in his left wing, first observed 2 or 3 (?) years ago, has not been filled. I am now sure of it. At 10:45, as I was about to pass Rhody's observation point in my car, I saw him standing there, so drew up to the curb without alarming him at all. I tossed him a few worms, which he caught neatly, and then left. (I.e. I left). At 11:45, on my return from the opposite direction he was seen in one of his fits of exhibitionism, apparently for the benefit of a group of quail under the bushes near his lookout and a flock of bushtits 50 feet away on the other side of that point. When I stopped the car and spoke to him, he calmed down and came to the bank to catch a few more worms. About 1:25 he was not to be seen from my side of the west fence. Calling produced no results. Search inside as far as, and including, the cage failed to locate him. I returned to the west fence and called. No results. As I turned away, there he was right behind me inside the fence, looking as innocent as could be. Maybe he had been looking for me. He wanted only a small piece of meat, hung around for a bit and, at exactly, 1:47 was stowed away in his night roost. (Temp. 53). (This inside southwest corner where he "found me" is one of