1402 Their food dishes were now hung in the open doorways and faced so that the birds in using them would be looking out of the doors. An azalea flower containing a drop of honey was also put in each door, "Little's" partly outside. Both applied to them at once and Little came out and sat on his cage roof preening. He next visited the flowers of the surrounding azaleas and fed on them returning to the top of his cage to preen. Next he buzzed at "Big's" cage, then sat on top of it. For about 15 minutes he used one or other of the cages as a station from which to fly to the surrounding flowers, then gradually went farther and farther away. At no time had there been any sudden alarm or flight. "Big" had been making symbolic bathing motions and his drinking dish was filled to overflowing. He then bathed for 10 minutes intermittently. His flower was now moved partly outside, but he changed to the food dish. 11:20. Big is still in his cage and has just been visited by another male hummer--not Little--his colors were complete. Big now wants another bath. 11:25. His food bottle was now placed so that he will have to be partly outside the cage to use it. 11:27. This worked and Big is now feeding at the nearest azalea just outside this window. A female Anna buzzed over the cages when they were first put out. I doubt if Rhody knows where R5 is, as he has been working on 3-37 much of the time. At one time he was seen getting a twig for it from inside the cage. 2 P.M. Not having seen Rhody for several hours I went in search of him, thinking he might have contacted R5 and been in pursuit. Just now, however, he is standing quietly at his post with a lizard in his bill and I am going out to observe develop- ments. 2:15. Well, the old rascal fooled me. I thought he would go into the thicket and hunt for R5; but he came over the fence instead, searched through the top of an oak, then walked up the lower road to nest 3-37. This he dedicated with the sacrifice of the lizard and then composed himself to rest. It may be that he was near the end of his search, instead of the beginning, when I first saw him. 3:10. Rhody was still resting in his nest. 4:35. At 4:10 P.M. I finished a search for R and R5 through the west lot and was down on Sandringham Road when Rhody came down the bank directly to me and whined. I turned up the street, then east along Selborne Drive toward home, Rhody trotting along behind me like a dog. It was a long and devious route to the tool- house and we would have to pass near a group of six men on the way, and I doubted if he would stick it out, but he did. The men stared in surprise at seeing a strange bird following a man in the open street. He had followed me about 200 yards and I gave him the biggest mouse I could find. He took it to the cage door directly, bowed, entered, faced about bowed again, then went in bowing and tail-wagging at all likely looking places. In a few minutes he approached nest 3-37 with many waits and stops; then over the fence to the slope near nest 2-36. Here he waited for about 20 minutes, looking and listening, then returned, presented the mouse at the mirror with full ritual, thence to his newest nest, 3-37 where he ate it at once. This nest, at present, has his decided preference over all others.