March 31st. At 7:15 A.M. I heard somebody at the Scammell house talking to Rhody. I did not see him myself until about 3 P.M., when he was sitting out in the middle of the street 60 yards or so from the entrance of this place. I went out to him; he whined but wanted nothing. There was no traffic at the time, but a few minutes later an approaching car sent him scuttling for home, where he came di- rectly to me, diverging from his course to climb a bank and stand beside me looking off to the south. Although he had not been in- terested in food a few minutes before, he now followed me when I walked toward the shop and had his mouse. This was displayed at the mirror and finally taken up to nest 1-36 and eaten about 4 P.M. His interest in this nest seems to be increasing. At 5 P.M. (Julio reports) R went into the cage for meat. Rhody is now seldom seen at his post on the west lot. Brownie continued to make application for worms for his brood. April 1st. About 8 A.M. Rhody was not in the roost tree. I then went over to San Francisco. On returning about 11:45, I found Rhody sitting placidly in the upper annex of the cage. He had eaten the meat and Julio reported, had been given a live mouse, which he abandoned. I was looking for Rhody about 1:10 when Julio informed that Mrs. Mc Cullough had just telephoned that she had seen a small road-runner about 50 yards from my entrance. On questioning her, it developed that it was undoubtedly Brownie following his, now, regular route between here and the Robinsons'. As I was approaching the glade, Rhody himself, called softly from somewhere out of sight and dropped down from the 3-37 nest- tree and began picking up twigs; but when I moved toward the tool- house, followed for a mouse, which was carried off with ceremony. Yet the other mouse was still uneaten. At 2 P.M. he carried it to his roost tree and was in the house at 2:30--the mouse was gone (eaten). (Raining). April 2nd. The day dawned bright and fair. 9:40 A.M. Rhody is now working on nest 1-36--I just left him. The preceding events are interesting as illustrating the uncoordinated working of his cerebral "vortex". Thus, at 7:50, I was in the orchard on my way to see if he was at his post, when he crawled under the fence, cried and took up station at the peach tree most patronized by the hummers and began to sun his back-- first whining in greeting. I tossed him a few worms which he caught perfunctorily and ate, then turned his back to sun again. I did not think he wanted a mouse, but I went and got one. He did not follow me to the tool-house. He was now in a low branch of the peach, 2 feet above the ground. I put the mouse below him. He studied it first with one eye and then with the other and watched it crawl off, mildly interested. In a few minutes he came down, picked it up without hurting it, dropped it, watched it crawl away, turned up the bank and began to preen in the shade. I now (8:10) left him.