1416 However, Julio reported that he was in his nest-house at 4 P.M. and would not come down for a mouse. March 22nd. The day opened with sun and shadow alternating. At 8:30 A.M., as I walked along the street toward the west lot, I heard Rhody sing his coo-song once, and found that Mrs. Scamell had just called to him and he had responded with this song, then performed one of his ludicrous circus acts and disappeared into the brush. I called and he rattle-boed from tree 8 a few times, then came for his mouse, received it with ritual, but instead of marching off with it, showed a tendency to stay near me, coot-coot- ing when closest. He finally wandered over to the Scamell house and smeared the mouse on one of their dining-room windows to the accompaniment of bill-tappings. He considered going up to the roof, but changed his mind, now passed close to me (coot-cooting) on his way to the street on which many automobiles were parked and men passing back and forth in connection with the new house under construction near- by. He threaded his way through the spaces, pausing at the shini- est car to "conduct services", then to this place. Brownie, on a snag of the old oak, singing, in response to one call, now sailed down to me in the street for his tribute. I anticipated finding Rhody at the cage, and he was on the roof peering into it. He now came down and presented the mouse at the mirror. Now followed another "first instance" for Rhody. New Behavior of Rhody's. I turned toward the house, leaving Rhody at the mirror. On looking back at him, I was surprised to find him following me carrying the mouse. If he had eaten the mouse, I would have inter- preted the action to mean simply that he wanted another one and was merely carrying out a well established routine. It then oc- curred to me that it was only another one of those coincidences where I happened to be in line with some chosen objective of his-- in this instance perhaps the observatory roof. Consequently I stop- ped near the shop-yard gate. He trotted on past me (coot-cooting) entered the yard and at once presented his mouse at the window of the tool house, thus appearing to confirm this hypothesis--except that I was wrong as to the objective--and it now appeared that 'it was reflecting surfaces, well known to him, that he was intent upon visiting with his mouse. I now left him and turned back toward the old oak, then fol- lowed the driveway in nearly the opposite direction (west) and looked back. Rhody was following me. Now, I thought, perhaps I, personally, do cut some figure in this after all, and Rhody is trusting to me to turn up some miracle or other that will, in some way, bear favorably upon the solution of the mysterious urges and impulses that are perplexing him. I now turned up a path leading from the driveway to the upper garden outside this window (the court or patio). Rhody hesitated at the point of divergence. The driveway continued straight on', and level: my course was uphill and along a line about 30 degrees to the north. His final decision was to continue on the driveway to the lily pool. There he leaned over the edge and looked at his reflection in the water. We were now on opposite sides of the pool about 20 feet apart, Rhody ten feet lower. I stood and looked down at him. He now jumped across the pool at the narrowest place and climbed up the steep, rocky bank and stood beside me.