just a few minutes earlier. He wanted a mouse at once and took it off to the north in Mésurely fashion. About 8:30 he carried it up into a small cork-elm projecting above the dense growth of bac- charis and I left him there. At 9:30 he was still there, but came down with the mouse still in his bill as I approached. He now wandered slowly to higher ground to the east and when I left him, about 10 o'clock, was climbing a pine tree to command a more extensive view. For some reason he is not singing his coo, coo... song on these excursions. On this last one, at one time or another, he received the at- tention of jays, robins, hermit thrushes, the two kinds of towhees, wren-tits, white-crowned sparrows, an Allen's and an Anna's hum- ing bird. Only the wren-tits scolded; the others seemed merely curious, though probably some of them were concerned at his pres- ence, probably. At 11:30 I drove by the pine tree and he was still there, the white mouse in his bill furnishing a conspicuous marker. I drove by again at 12:35, but could not see him. In any case here is an example of his having carried a mouse about for more t than three hours. At 2:45 I drove by his roost tree just in time to see him going into his house and settling there as if to stay a while. It had begun to rain about five minutes earlier. He did not have the mouse. No effort was made to keep in touch with him during the rest of the day. Pepper has not been seen since he was given the mouse on March 4th. March 12th. The rainy spell continues. At 9:45 Rhody was not to be found anywhere after a search of three quarters of an hour. About 11 o'clock another search was made, using the car as a base, as it was still raining and I wished to cover more ground. At 11:50 I found him under his shelter on the ground under the old oak, though I had looked there several times. He greeted me with a cry, so I got a mouse, which he did not want. This needed some explanation, consequently I went to the cage and found he had just recently gobbled the meat left there for him. As usual when wet or damp, he looked disconsolate: puffed out, with drooping wings. At 3:10 P.M. I stood on the sidewalk below the roost tree wondering where Rhody was, when he suddenly appeared in the ladder tree carrying nesting material--a tuft of something fibrous. I wondered if he would dive through the canopy of the roost tree with this burden as he does when going to roost; but he took another r route, though it was not much freer of obstacles. When he had placed this stuff to his satisfaction well back in the house he sailed down to me promptly for his mouse, then marched about from place to place with appropriate ceremony. I then left. (Sky heavily clouded--frequent short showers). March 13th. The day dawned bright and clear. (Sunrise 6:26, sunset 6.15; but on account of the point of sunrise being at present behind a high point on the hills, sunrise much later here--perhaps a half hour). At 7:10 A.M. Rhody was found already working at his nest in the house in the roost tree.