in the shade, watched them and preened. The quail were not alarmed by him and had ceased to sound their alarm before he arrived. He and the quail have always seemed to be tolerant of each others presence. I have seen him out in the field in the midst of a flock of them feeding. The stump seemed to meet his requirements for the time being, so I left him there at 2 P.M., still preening and occasionally craning his neck to gaze through openings in the foliage at events in the street below. (Temp. 82°). Rhody always seeks shade at at this temperature--in fact at much lower figures. At 2:15 he came up to rest in the cool breeze under the dormitory tree near which I was sitting. In about 10 minutes he went to the cage and had some meat, then sought a comfortable place on top of the cage where, at 2:45, Julio tossed him a salamander, which he brought down and ate on the ground: the sticky slime exuded by that creature bothering him considerably, as always causing him also to wipe his bill and "smack his lips" for the next ten minutes. Further rest on top of the cage was now in order after which a visit to the mirror merely to gaze at himself dispassionately. (Not only has he abandoned the presentation of trophies at the mirror, now that the mating season has ended, but not for many months has he displayed for the "other" bird on the other side (Mirror dance). Now followed an effort to interest the young thrashers at the corner of the outer cage, by posing and peeking out at them from alternate sides of the chamise bush. This bringing no response, he came meekly to where I sat, suddenly altered his tactics and went off on one of his rattle-booming circuses through the bushes, then, as I thought, down the lower road toward his night roost. But when I went to look, he stepped out of the bushes and followed me to the shop-yard (3:35 P.M.) for his third mouse of the day. Thus between 9 A.M. and this time, he has had three mice, a small piece of meat and a salamander. In justice to him, however, it should be said that the mice were small: perhaps in the aggregate not weighing more than one of the largest size. Nevertheless he surprised me with the frequency of his meals. He now went to sit on his oak branch At 3:55 he was not there. At 4:02 he was not in his house in the roost tree. At 4:05 I saw him coming through the baccharis. Almost at once he appeared in the ladder tree. At 4:09 3/4 he made his jump across to his roost. (Sunset 6:19). Sept. 16th. to 19th., incl. During this period, on the two occasions when R's roosting time was checked up, he showed departure from expected trend. On the 17th. I led two friends to the roost tree to see Rhody. One of them (R.E.H.) had written me from Los Angeles that he would be in this vicinity on that date and would especially like to see the bird "perform". Consequently, a little after 4 P.M., with another friend (T.F.O.) we went to the tree. No Rhody! We had another try a little after sunset. Still no Rhody, much to my chagrin. He had been doing the usual things up to about 3:30 P.M. The next day he was about the place as usual, but I did not time his roosting. On the 19th. he departed in the direction of his roost about 3:30. I followed about 3:45. I could find him nowhere; until at 4:10, by accident principally, I spotted him roosting quietly in the ladder tree entirely off his beat. I suspected that he might have taken a fancy to that location on account of the sun's being hot in his house,