1417 I now turned toward this room, which has a group of three French windows (or doors--all glass) giving upon the court. R fol- lowed. When I stopped at the windows, he passed me and offered the mouse at the glass. I opened one of the windows and stepped in. R did not like the swinging window (with its moving reflect- ions) and the swaying curtains at first, but I called to him and he came in and walked about the room for a minute or so, then went out, still with his mouse. He now stood just outside in one place scanning the surroundings, then went to the roof at 9:25. At 10 he was still there. Rhody, when in possession of an offering such as a mouse or a lizard, has never followed me about in this way heretofore. The route followed was extremely circuitous, and to a great extent, one that he does not use often. While he concentrated upon a variety of reflecting surfaces to an extent not hitherto witness- ed--though all were known to him--he had not been known to visit all of them consecutively, and it does not appear that his primary object was to make a round of these surfaces. With the whole world to choose from, it is beyond the range of all probabilities that I should have selected, from all others, the one route that he had selected to follow in his efforts to find a mate. He was following me, and when he erred at the pool he corrected that error by cut- ting across a pathless space to rejoin me. But following me, when looking for a mate, bearing tribute, was unprecedented. It was unnatural behavior, or, better: behavior not natural to him. It had never formed any portion of his life pattern. He was admitting me into a phase of his existence from which I had theretofore been excluded. To continue the use of the every-day language of these notes; his past association with me has resulted in so many happenings that have contributed to his well being, that his reliance upon me has now been extended hope- fully to embrace a solution of his mating problem. In other words: he thinks that I may be able to dig up a mate for him! At 12 o'clock Rhody was carrying lining up to his nest in the house of the roost tree; consisting of stalks and leaves of that same composite weed he likes for the purpose. At 1:03, as I drove by, he was still at it. At 3:45, as I was setting up my camera to get a color picture (motion) of Allen hummers in a peach tree, a loud rattle-boo announced Rhody's presence. He came running to me like a dog, and when I turned up the lower road toward the tool house, he led the way, keeping only far enough ahead to avoid being stepped on, and, in his impatience, running from one side of the road to the other and looking back at me as if to urge me to hasten. In this way he followed a course like that shown below, where the median line represents my route. Rhody's course Mine As we approached the tool-house he darted ahead, and when I got there, had already taken up position at the window and was looking in at the mousery and crying . In order to save him from immediate starvation I acted as quickly as I could. He snatched the mouse from my palm and started off; but here he seemed to remember some- things, came back, bowed and hrooded at my feet, then waited as if for further guidance. I took the hint and moved off--he again fol-