About 1:30 P.M. I began distributing feeding stations for the humming birds, using the Cleister as my base of supplies. (Some of the peach trees are, at present, feoi for Anna, Allen and Rufous hummers, and one or all of these kinds may be seen there at almost any time). About 2 P.M.--I was in the cloister at the time--I heard Rhody's whine from some place out of sight. He evidently had been watching me and when I stepped out into the garden, he sailed down from the lwer portion of the roof (over the cloister) landed at my feet and whined persistently, following me closely as I headed for the mouse abode. There he needed it instantly. He now followed me for 15 or 20 minutes, wherever I went, pausing to bow and so forth. First along the driveway to the front steps; up the steps to the front door. When I entered he moved to the right and tapped on a window where he could see mw in the hall way. I moved to this room; he shifted to its south window. I went to the upper garden; he came, then went up to the roof; but sailed down when he saw me leaving to take up the humming-bird work again. I had to go into the shop; he appeared at one of the windows. I gave him no encouragement and, in a few minutes he reappeared in the shop yard. I now went down to the orchard; he came too. I sat there to watch the hummers and he climbed about 6 feet up in a pine tree 10 feet away and sat there for more than half an hour, sitting quietly with the mouse in his bill. I left, to return a few minutes later and he had disappeared. March 27th. About 9 A.M. Rhody was sunning at the sage patch near the glade. Brownie came and joined us; he was a little "stiff", but took worms from me with R watching from 5 feet away, occasionally hrocing softly. R moved into the bushes. Brownie now began to pick worms out of the box, when sitting on my hand, and throw them deliberately to the ground. There he "prepared" them (for the first time in months) gathered them up and began making the "blue-bird" call and wandering about the glade as if searching for his nest. Finally he climbed the old oak and sailed off to the south-east carrying the worms. He landed in a clump of cypress trees about 125 yards away, which is one of his stations between here and the Robinsons', and I lost sight of him. This behavior indicates that he probably has one or more chicks: the first probably hatched yesterday. Rhody now appeared looking for his mouse. He took it with display, hung around me a few minutes, but did not follow when I left. (9:30). It is interesting to consider the new conditions under which Brownie is now, presumably, rearing a breed, and the effect this circumstance has upon his behavior, if any. For four seasons preceding the present one, all nest have been built and all broods reared within the confines of this property. This has been the heart of his territory--his home--the center of all of his activities. In getting food from me for his broods he has seldom had to travel as much as 100 feet from the nest--often not at all. This place, with its human inhabitants and associations have formed an essential portion of his life pattern. Now, assuming that he has a brood under way, it is probably not less than 250 to 350 yards from this room; although it may be in the cypresses mentioned this morning, say 150 yards from here. I have not yet attempted to locate it.