to the gravity of the occasion. What that occasion was I never found out, nor, I believe did he, for he soon took up his regular station and I left. At 1:20 he was at his post. Calling brought him to the fence as soon as he "felt like it". He withheld his whine until he was actually reaching for the meat with open mouth. I have described this whine before in some detail, but forg t in what terms. so this will serve as sort of a check, in part: It is high pitched, musical, reedy, faint, audible but a few feet. To my ear it consists of two notes of differing pitch, the interval being such that there is a slight dissonance, not a per- fect chord, but still agreeable. I believe a musician would say that, to satisfy the ear completely, it should be "resolved", or that the frequency of vibration of one of the tones should be al- tered somewhat. 2:30 P.M. Rhody is at his regular post. The air temperature (61 in the court, but warmer where he is) is such that he does not have to warm his back in the sun. Brownie for the last few days has resumed his tactics of keep- ing himself pretty well posted on my movements--more like when he has a brood. Thus he "discovered" me about 9 A.M. out in the street, looked me up two or three times before lunch, and at lunch time came into the cloister to see what I could do for him. Be- tween him and Rhody I have had to fill my portable wormery three times so far today (2:40 P.M.). At 3:37 Rhody was already in his Position No.4. He required exactly 20 minutes in completing his course to his roost. December 10th. (Sunrise 7:14, sunset 4:51). A strong north wind came up about 11 last night and was still blowing at 9:50 A.M. (Temp. 54, brilliantly clear). At 9:20 Rhody was found already at his post. As his roost- ing tree is fully exposed to the blasts, this seems to have been an occasion when weather conditions accounted for his rising ear- lier than has been his recent habit. In this case the wind is believed to have been responsible. At this relatively early time of day he was prepared to catch worms, though not very hungry. Back-sunning was the order of the moment. At about 11:40 Rhody came to the fence to eat a salamander 6 or 7 inches that I had unearthed while spading. (It is so dry that all of these creatures seem to be under ground). At 1:20, when he saw me from his post, he came to the fence without being called, when I was still 50 feet or so from the fence. I had nothing for him to eat, as I had merely intended to locate him. He waited until I returned with meat then came over the fence to get it. I had thought that the salamander might be all he need- ed for the day, but was mistaken. It was very warm in the Clearing and he decided to remain there for a time. It seemed a good opportunity to get some evi- dence as to his drinking at this season, so I got him a dish of water and placed it beside him. After a wait of several minutes he drank from it, but not thirstily, for he dipped his bill and drank only 6 mouthfuls in roughly 5 minutes. Still he did