Nov. 7th. Thrashers again heard in various directions. Little song-- mostly scrips and queelicks, which calls seem to be about the only notes distinctly recognisable as common to all adult California Thrashers (by me). At 8 A.M. Rhody was still in his roost in the eucalyptus in the warm morning sun. This factor of early sun is one of the points of superiority that this place has over his house, and it may be that it has influenced him. At 9 A.M. I had just started to open up the air route from his present roost to his yesterday's landing place when he came down several branches and again inspected surrounding with a view to using the same course; but he decided against it and climbed down still lower and dropped close to the base of the tree. From there he went to the cage and cleaned out his dish, as I found a half hour later when I went to look for him. It was not until 10:20, after visiting and revisiting all the likely spots I could think of, that I, quite by accident, spotted him in the upper annex of the cage. I sat down outside and watched. He soon came down and into the out- er cage where he took up his old game with the magpies(for the first time noted in many weeks) but it was observed that he kept an eye on me nevertheless. In a few minutes I raised one hand to head-height in a quick gesture and he instantly came to the wire and watched me keenly. I got up and moved toward the tool-house and he dashed out of the cage to follow all the way and take a mouse from hand. About 2:30 a visitor wanted to see him, but he could not be found. As soon as the visitor left, however, Rhody made his presence known and had another mouse. I think he was aware of our presence and was just waiting for the visitor to depart. He appeared to remain on the place all day, not even visiting the west lot and when looked up again at 4:15 was already in his new roost. Nov. 8th. Rhody was already up at 9:30 when I went to his roost tree. The day was overcast up to about 3 P.M., a hawk had been raiding through the trees and Rhody kept out of sight most of the time. He wanted no mice, but cleaned out his meat dish twice. At 3:15, when I went to his new roost tree he was already up in it even not settled. A lone thrasher was about all day, at one time deliberately walk- ing up to within 8 feet of me in the open where I sat at the oval lawn as if expecting food from me. He walked off unhurriedly before I could get my worm-box into action. He was seen frequently during the day. He was not heard to utter one single sound. I could not identify him with any of the birds I know. He had no leg-band. Nov. 9th. A mild sou'easter began blowing in the night, giving Rhody a sam- ple on a moderate scale of what he must be prepared to look for if he continues to roost in the eucalyptus. He was in the tree at 8 A.M., swaying about, but holding on manful- ly. About 8:30 he came down and remained on the place all day, hav- ing three mice as well as meat.