About 11 A.M. I joined him where he was hunting through the baccharis growth on the north slope. I gave him another mouse which he carried about for a time and then abandoned to search for other prey. Half an hour later, when he sailed down from the Reiter roof, I again offered him this same mouse. He ate it at once, but continued to search for other things on the ground, finally going to the roof of the Greenwood's garage to rest and sun. It would seem that he was, for the time being, "off of"mice. At 2 P.M. he was sunning at the cage. I gave him meat for a change. He now went to nest 3-37, messed about in it, cried, came down for a twig, which he now carried without hesitation directly to nest 1-36--the first addition he has been seen to make to this nest this year(2nd)The nest can not be seen from 3-37 and, in view of the directness and certainty of his progress toward it, it would seem that distinctly remembers it. At 3:05, as I approached the glade, Brownie flew up to my hands as I was opening the worm box and not yet ready for him. He grabbed a whole bill full at once before I got the cover entirely off and proceeded to dress them on the ground, laying them out first, as is his custom, in a neat line. I could now see Rhody carrying twigs up to 3-37. When B was well off toward his nest I went to watch Rhody. He now started to climb up to 5-36 with a huge, forked branch which proved to much for him. He dropped it and came to me crying. I thought: he wants worms--too much mouse--and the guess may have been a good one, for he crowded up close and caught them one at a time expertly and with enthusiasm. He now noticed a twig projecting from the leaves at my feet, pulled it out and carried it up quickly to 5-36, where he placed it carefully to the accompaniment of whines, and I left to write this entry. In less than an hour's space he has worked on three nests. This year he has worked on four out of five of his last year's nests and two of this year's. Nest 3-36, which he soon abandoned, does not appear to have been touched this year. At the moment it may be said that Rhody has in course of construction,and/or repair, six nests. This makes him probably the most important householder in Piedmont. At 3:50 Rhody was not to be seen. I therefore went to the shop to get worms, as I expected Brownie shortly. A hroo outside, and there was Rhody expecting something. It proved to be a mouse. This he carried to the mirror with full honors. (I thought he was off of mice!). Rhody had no sooner left than B dropped down from a tree at my feet--worms for his youngsters. I seem to be pretty popular this afternoon. 4:15. Rhody has just gone off down the lower road; probably headed for his nest-house in the roost tree via the Scamell wind-ew. Up till now he has been in the vicinity of the cage resting in the sun, with occasional displays at the mirror. This last mouse, perhaps, was primarily required for exhibition purposes and to wind up the day in proper form. At 5:43 he jumped to his roost, still with the mouse.