1483 When not thrown off his mental balance by the mysterious upgings of reproductive instincts and his cerebral "vortex" has had time to subside somewhat, Rhody can be a complacent and self- satisfied creature, quite certain that the thing he has in mind at any given moment, takes precedence over all other affairs of the universe. Though, in this state, he is mild and civil, he is none-the-less "sot" in his determination to follow the dictates of his own will. He can be as stubborn as a mule. Earlier in the day I came face to face with him unexpectedly on the ramp leading to the tool-house. He was carrying a twig and, although momentarily startled by the sudden meeting, instead of retreating, edged around me and carried the twig up to his nest in the glass house. When he had placed it there he came down and fol- lowed to the shop yard. There I displayed, one after another, every size and color of mouse I have. He stood like a rock. When one crawled under the tip of his tail where it was braced against the ground would not even look at it. He was pleasant about it, but he was determined to show no enthusiasm whatever, so I edged around him and left him still standing in his original foot-prints. After a few minutes he came out and went to the cage for meat! The pheasants stayed around all day frequently passing close to Rhody where he lay comfortably upon the ground in his present favored resting place between the loquat and the cage. Their presence did not disturb him in the least. About 4 P.M. he came to watch "us" in the cage, making no hostile moves toward the young thrashers digging around me. The probabilities are that he was more interested in keeping in touch with me than in the thrashers, for when I left the cage, he start- ed toward the tool-house, stepped to one side to let me by, low- ered his head and cried, then trotted along behind for his reward. This mouse was received with due ceremony and carried off down what used to be the lower road, with frequent halts to face about to bow and hroo and wag his tail. He was not seen to work on 9-37 at all. At 7:45 P.M. the young thrushes were still in their nest. These two birds fill it so completely that one wonders what would have happened if all four had matured. At the same time Chiisai was calling and clinging to the wire at the cage entrance. I went inside and he flew on the top of my head at once. When I took him off he settled on my hand with the usual contented chuckles and gurgles. Okii was already well placed for the night. It is curious how, in so many ways, especially at roosting time, Okii behaves like Archie and Chiisai like Terry. July 8th. There was early morning song again close to the house and, a little after 8 A.M., Broken-Wing visited one of the feeding stat- ions in the upper garden for some suet-seed mixture. At 9 A.M. the young thrushes were still in the nest. At 9:30 there was only one in it; this one seeming perfectly contented with life in his, now, more commodious quarters. At 10 A.M. he was also gone and one of the parents was making visits to the surrounding shrubbery. At 10:15 I looked for Rhody, finding him in 8-37 by the liv- ing room window. He rattled his beak and cried, then trotted after me toward the tool-house. When we had gone about 50 yards, Thrushes leave nest. Rhody returns to work on 8-37.