1441-2 He remained in the vicinity of the cage practically all the rest of the afternoon, a large part of the time lying quietly on the ground between the cage and the loquat tree and occasionally visiting the magpies. At 5:30 he followed to the tool-house and cried as I was get- ting a mouse for him, but something caused him to go into a semi-frozen state (Boys on the street below playing "catch"?) an d he would not take it until about 10 minutes later, when I offered it to him in another place. He took it , not very enthusiastically, but still with his unique ceremony. He dropped it unexpectedly and bolted at great speed. I thought he was frightened again, but he had gone to capture a salamander, which he had evidently detect- ed at least 30 feet away. He is not especially fond of these creatures, and it was a surprise to see him abandon a mouse for one of them and carry it off to the west, according it full hon- ors--the first time observed in the case of a salamander. Rhody's pupillary ring. These notes have commented upon the brass[y] ring which surrounds the pupils of the eyes of road-runners. Amongst other things it has been stated that the ring expands and contracts with the pupil, but that I could not be certain that its width changed as its diameter varied. When Rhody was in his semi-frozen state his pupils were greatly dilated and the brass[y] ring was thinned down almost to a hair line. The forward portion of it, which is always thinner, in all road-runners of my acquaintance, had almost disap- peared. It would be interesting to know the mechanics of this action, and the reason why the ring's inner and outer boundaries are eccentrically related to each other. April 26th. Rhody was not seen until about 9:15, when I caught sight of him about 100 yards off to the north. Calling brought forth no results at first, but soon he began to work his way toward me in leisurely fashion through the brush: his pace quickening as he approached the fence; he flew up and over and beat me to the mouse place by taking a short-cut and was already waiting for me, crying as I approached. The mouse was taken directly to the mirror with full honors, and I left him there in order to work at redistribut- ing the earth on the lower road preparatory to planting. Although I looked for him casually two or three times I could not find him. About noon it began to rain (the first time in 2 or 3 weeks?). Almost at once three rattle-boys sounded from the north- east. Rhody, as if protesting against this sudden change in the weather. I found him in the shelter under the old oak, prepared for such emergencies, where he remained until a lull in the storm permitted him to go and flirt with the magpies without getting wet. At 1:15 (Raining) I found him back in the shelter, crying on seeing me. This time he waited until he saw I had reached the tool-house door before he followed, waiting outside, patiently at first, but when I purposely delayed delivery in order to observe his reactions, he began to walk back and forth rattling his beak softly, as if in protest. I really wanted to see if he would come inside to get out of the rain; but for some reason he has always been averse to entering this place. Finally I gave him the mouse and he very practically carried it directly to the shelter, paus- ing once on the way to bow and hroo his thanks. At 2:15 (Raining drearily) I found he had shifted to the shelt- er of the garden bench with the mouse.