However, Rhody suddenly attacked R5 and pulled feathers out of him. R5 retaliated and there was a lively set-to in the acacia branch with plenty of rattle-booming, mostly by R5. They separated and R5 tried to get out through the roof. They came together two or three times more while I was trying to make Rhody come out of the branch. I finally pushed him out with hat and hands. He did not want to leave. I then got him out of the cage entirely and shut the door. He finally went off to sun himself, and about 12:45 I went to him and offered him meat, which he gladly took and continued his sunning. There I left him. There were no marks of the scuffle on either bird. R5 did not come down while it lasted and seemed calm enough when I went in later to have a look at him. A little later, also he ate his mouse. Rhody did not worry him from the outside of the cage, but ap- peared to have forgotten all about the matter, remaining in the vicinity of the fig tree in what used to be one of his favor- ite places until nearly 3 P.M. (The wrentits proved of invaluable assistance in keeping me in touch with him). At 2:45 Rhody began to follow his old route through the orchard arriving at his at 3P.M. Here he sunned his back for 15 minutes, leaving only when Brownie came to investigate affairs. R went directly to the ladder tree, but it was not until 3:37 that he vaulted to his night roost. (Temp. in Clearing 55, in court 48). Now here is a bright, clear day without wind (though there is a slight drifting of the air in from the ocean) perfectly comfortable in the sun, a little warmer than yesterday, but Rhody's roosting events were about the same both days. At 3:50 I went in to talk to R5. He was frozen at first, but soon thawed and began to preen 2 or 3 feet over my head. (Repair- ing damage done by Rhody?) This is the greatest composure he has shown in my presence. I left a lot of meal-worms for him. 4:20. He has eaten the worms. December 26th. 12 Noon. Heavy rains during the night and forenoon, accom- panied by strong south-east wind. (Temp. 45). Rhody not to be found, though I did not go into the wet brush. R5 has had one live mouse this morning and is occupying the most comfortable location on the place. I found Rhody at 2:30 P.M. sitting on the porch of his house in the roost tree, shaking out his feathers. So he does find it useful at times. I returned to get him a mouse and found that he had come down and was in the open patch, doubtless hoping that I would have food for him. He came promptly over the fence to the clearing for his mouse, then waited beside me quietly. He was completely wet, on the outside at least, looking very slim and meek. He no longer had spots in his plumage; they had all changed to mere streaks . His suspicions of the trees bounding the clearing on the north were now verified by the appearance of a hawk there, which quickly departed, but Rhody froze. He stood in the open with the rain streaming off of him, staring fixedly to the north. I left to get him more food and returned with a fresh, dead house mouse. He was still fixed in attitude in the same spot. I approached, offering the mouse. He would only roll his eyes slightly. I laid the mouse's tail across his bill. No movement. I stroked his tail lightly--a slight response. I stroked his back.