Mr. Feltes' road- runner. I have arranged with Mr. Feltes to go to the cabin tonight where he saw the road-runner roosting and if it is still there try to catch it and bring it here. December 17th. (Sunrise 7:19, sunset 4:52). Day opening bright. B sings a little. A few phrases of full song from B about 8 A.M. Rhody already up at 10 A.M. At 10 A.M. Rhody was already up and at his post. I went out in the street to interview him, but he was gone when I reached the place. (Temp. in Clearing 54)/ Brownie, however, came out of the bushes to get worms instead, curiously enough, appearing at Rhody's bush C. Search for R located him, with the aid of a pair of wren-tits, in tree 8, on the sunny side. These birds now deserted him, crossed the tree and began scolding me within four feet of my head, then left. Brownie who had been sounding a few calls from 13, now discovered me again and wanted more worms. Neither he nor R seem- ed aware of the presence of the other. Catching a Road-runner. Catching the Road-runner in Lone Tree Canyon. Mr. Feltes and I reached the the agreed meeting point near the entrance to the canyon within a few minutes of each other, both ahead of time. Pitch dark, open country, no landmarks, no signs. We went up the canyon. The "deserted" shack was occupied by shepherders and guarded by dogs! No use looking in there for a road-runner. This is an almost treeless country, but Mr. Feltes said that, further up the canyon there was a windmill with two pepper trees near it, and, a little further some large tobacco trees. We might possibly find a road-runner roosting in one of them. A forlorn hope. However, we examined the pepper trees with our flashlights and in the second one, the flaxen belly of a road-runner, about 10 feet up, appeared amongst a tangle of dead branches and twigs, impossible to reach from the tree itself. From my experience with Rhody et al, I was reasonably certain that the bird (as it was dark) would stand a lot of disturbance before it would leave, so we hunted for something to enable us to get at him. By a miracle, somebody had been just been repairing the windmill and had made a short, crude ladder. This, with a lot of noise and shaking of the bird, we got in place. Mr. Feltes went up and grabbed him. He squawked and almost got away, but soon ceased struggling, was put in the box previously prepared for him and thereafter not a sound came from within. The box was placed in Archie and Terry's cage, on a high shelf and the cover opened. The bird was tucked away, absolutely motionless, and did not come out--which was just what I wanted. In the morning he was up in the upper annex of the cage-- awnings had been drawn to give him seclusion. I have only had one glimpse of him this morning (wishing to avoid frightening him). He seems to be a small bird. This was at 9:30 A.M. for perhaps 5 seconds, from below. When he showed fear I retreated. Julio had already placed a live mouse in a wide- mouthed bottle where the bird could see it; also meat. At 11:35, still up there. I went in and stood below him for a few seconds, he watching me. He did not stir this time and I again left. No food touched. Warm and comfortable in there.