1329 He moved off a foot to avoid it, but resumed his frozen attitude still staring into the trees to the north. (I had never touched his back before). I now held my umbrella over him. He did not like this and retreated about 3 feet, resuming his former attitude. He had no interest in mice. Thinking meat might interest him, I went and got some. No use. My persistence seemed to annoy him and he retreated to the S.W. corner of the fence slowly but with dignity. There he stood like a statue in the pouring rain. Finally he decided to return to the west lot and, presumably, his roost, though I did not fol- low him. To go from the corner to the hole under the fence about 70 feet away took about 45 minutes, as he moved about 2 feet at a time and studied his surroundings carefully at each stopping place. He went under the fence at 3:37, and entered the brush in the same careful manner. By the time he had gone into it ten feet or so, I had had enough and left. There is Rhody's behavior on a stormy day, the first in many months. I now went to see how R5 was getting on. He had eaten his second live mouse and perked up head and tail when I stood below him and talked to him then turned his head from side to side to got a better look at me. He is at least beginning to regard me as something not hopelessly terrifying. He is consuming twice as much food as Rhody derives from human source--perhaps absolutely twice. Rhody was not seen in the vicinity of the cage. Brownie was not seen, but was heard occasionally. December 27th. 10:25 A.M. Heavy rain at times during the night and still here, but the wind died out early yesterday afternoon. Rhody was not in his roost at 10:15 A.M. and not evident any place in the open. Brownie interrupted this note by appearing in the upper garden and being given worms in the cloister. His tail was the only part of him that was wet. I wonder how "he does it". R5 had a house mouse (caught last night) about 9 A.M. Julio is catching a lot of these creatures now--some by hand, alive. R5's this morning dead. Search for Rhody from 12:30 to 1 (not raining) failed to disclose him, though I looked through the wet thicket. However, at 1:45, I found him waiting at the fence at the S.W. corner. He flew over and ran to me instead of taking his usual leisurely course. He was given a piece of meat first, then a live mouse. At this moment the sun broke through the clouds, and although he was still occupied in putting the finishing touches on his mouse-swallowing, he at once turned back to sun and opened up. So prompt was the respose that his neck and breast feathers were still agitated by the last struggles of his victim. He was fairly dry. By this time R5 had eaten his second dead mouse of the day--