His coming to the cage yesterday for the first time that he has come--except when invited especially--in several weeks, may have been a symptom of spring revival of the mating instinct, although astronomically, winter is less than two weeks old. 12:20 P.M. At noon I could hear Brownie scripping over at Robinson's . Calling had no apparent effect for a long time; but encouraged by an occasional "Stick-to-it" from the bird, I persisted, and was rewarded by seeing him make a long, downhill sailing flight to the entrance. From there, with a succession of loud scrpips, he ran the rest of the way to me for his reward. At 1:50 I heard Mrs. Scamell calling to Rhody, so went down without his seeing me, and found him at his post, leaving at once. At 2:05 he was at the fence and came over into the clearing as soon as I appeared there. Brownie was singing a varied quarter song in tree 8. A swarm of bushtits and two wrentits came to look at Rhody. I gave him meat first, then a mouse. Though the air temperature in the shade was only 56, it was so warm in the sun that Rhody did not sun his back for the 5 or 10 minutes he remained with me. He next sat on the top of the fence several minutes, then by the edge of the brush near tree 8. Here he seemed to listen to Brownie (who did not cease his song for the 50 minutes I stayed there). Next Rhody took several quick steps and clapped his wings over his back; the first time observed in months--a gesture associated with the mating season heretofore. He did it again; he then went through all the motions of his cooing song, but I could hear not a sound at 60 feet distance. The next time he did it I could just hear the song--a weak one. He repeated it several times on the way to his post. He is out of practice, but it is his veritable spring-song and Gordon Reynolds' report was undoubtedly correct. A woman approaching on the sidewalk across the street caused him to retreat to the fence where I was standing. I koke-koked to him softly and he seemed interested. He "sang" a few times more, but sometimes there was no sound. At best his efforts did him no great justice. He now produced an effect not seen before that seemed to be intermediate between his singing action and his wing clapping, in that he cocked his tail (which he does not do in singing) drew his head back to his shoulders and bowed slightly, but without clapping his wings or making any sound that I could hear at 10 feet. (His reflexes mixed up!). I left him there in order to visit R5. I held a mouse up to R5, and he approached as if to get it, but lacked full courage. I placed it on a shelf. He came down and walked about the cage and hopped about the perches with full composure, finally going back to the mouse and eating it. After this a long spell of back-sunning, followed by another self-possessed tour of the cage, approaching me within 3 feet and not looking for a way out. (An advance over yesterday). I now went outside and sat down to see if he would continue unembarrassed, but he retreated to his refuge and would not come down during the five minutes that I remained outside. I now went inside and sat down. In less than a minute he was down and out of his refuge and walking and jumping about the cage again apparently with no fear of me.