to it directly and came rapidly through the intervening bushes to get his meat-a piece of the size that usually satisfies him for the rest of the day at this season. However, he did not leave but stood patiently beside me. So I offered him another piece of the same size which he also took. He was therefore hungrier than he has been lately. Still he did not go, but remained with me 20 minutes more, seeming to like the place. When the time came to leave, he again considered going over the fence, but ruled against it and went back through the hole. Then followed a slow saunter, with occasional dustings, in the direction of his roost. He has now worn a trail through the brush to his take-off point for position No. 1 in the ladder tree. His actual roosting was not observed. December 5th. (Sunrise 7:10, sunset 4:50). Calm, hazy sun. I read Elliot Howard's "The Nature of a Bird's World" for first time. ( Last night I read this work for the first time. This is the first of his works I have read and with the exception of Richardson's "The Art of Bird Watching" read in Sept. 1933, and an article or two in the Encyc. Britt., llth. and 14th. Editions (of limited scope) this represents my entire contact to date with modern literature bearing upon animal psychology (or human for that matter)! ). At 10:45 I took Mr. Cain and one of his boy scouts to see Rhody in his roost. R did not like so many people under his tree simultaneously and went stiff, remaining so as long as we were there. Coming back to the house, I found Brownie wanted worms. As he sat on my hand and dug worms out of the Box there was not the slightest sign of the nervousness which, for several weeks, he has shown in regard to his surroundings. At lunch time, a nice three-quarter song directed my attention to Brownie under a blossoming azalea watching me for signs of an invitation to join me in the cloister. The invitation given, he promptly accepted still with no evidence of fear of what might be lurking in the trees and shrubbery. At 12:20 I went to the open space at the southwest corner, call it the Clearing, without seeing Rhody at first, but when I caught a small lizard, he appeared, flew over the fence and took it from hand, then went through the usual performance of putting it down, flirting his wings over it, putting it in another place, watching for it to run, etc. While thus engaged he was pleased to catch tossed worms nevertheless. Deserting the lizard, he now wandered about the clearing apparently sizing it up. I picked up the lizard (it promptly ran up the inside of my sleeve) and offered it to Rody again. He wanted no lizards and it was allowed to run off apparently unhurt. Rhody now mounted to the top of the fence and, instead of dropping down on the other side, came back into the clearing, ran to the hole under the fence, thence into the bushes of the west lot. At 1 P.M. I returned. R not in sight, but he soon came out of the brush, crying on seeing me. I had food for him, but he could not see it. I went to the middle of the clearing. R came under the fence and joined me. I offered in the palm of my hand a large piece of meat and a small live mouse-a problem for him. Which would he take? The mouse, knocking off the roll of meat which followed him down the slope picking up small