ion of the meat dish followed by decision not to tke the meat, but to come and have another look at me, then back to the shelf. Again this action was repeated. Naturally I knew what he wanted, whether he did or not, so I headed for the work-shop. One dash at the magpies and he was out efofr the cage after me. He now found his voice--previous application had been silent. The mouse was taken to the mirror for display, but he hesitated where the path forks and considered taking it to the cage entrance. Finally, at 4:15 he went up to nest 5-36 and ate it, then began to whine. At 5:40, as I drove up the street below, Rhody was just leaving this place on his way to inspect the automobiles in front of the Scamell house. He started to retreat when he saw my car approaching, but when I called to him, stopped and continued on to look over the cars; I then left . R's moul t. There was a loose feather hanging from his throat. He also lost one while in the cage, and it was noted that one had also been left in his new nest, 7-37. Spring moul t, I suppose. April 13th. 9:20 A.M. Rain threatening. At 9 I went to the west fence and called Rhody, thinking he might be at work on his new nest. There was no response, but, as I was returning along the lower road, a tawny shadow hurriedly overtook me, without a sound. At the tool house R waited patiently for his mouse, still saying nothing. This mouse, a big black hybrid, he gobbled with no ceremony whatever, then turned his back to me and observed the surroundings. All of this time he had been absolutely dumb. Curiously, that loose feather (or one like it) was still hang- ing from his throat, and his breast seemed somewhat rough. Julio now dreams of Brownie. Julio told me he dreamt of Brownie last night. Poor old B got under his skin too. I was absent from 1 P.M. to 12:30 A.M. (14th) --another at- tempt to get a mate for Rhody that failed; this time with Donald Brock in Corral Hollow and Hospital Canyon, visiting the same trees at night in the latter as a week ago. No road-runners seen except in the daytime. April 14th. This morning, while working in the garden, I came upon a mass of feathers about 25 feet from the point where Brownie was last seen alive. Searching through them I found his head intact. This was fully 50 yards from the first discovery. It was one of Brownie's favorite haunts, and he was probably caught there and decapitated, then carried to the place where the first fragments were found. These pitiful remnants of this splendid bird and good friend have been reduced to ashes in intense flame, reverently, while accorded the honor, hiterto granted in this house only to men who have passed on--and then but few--of Mendelssohn's "O Rest in the Lord",on the pipe organ. Requiescat in Pace!