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1554.
Neo and Rhody.
At 9:25 I went to the sage patch. Rhody was sunning on the
upper bank of the driveway nearby. I turned my back on him and
went to the fence to call Neo. He came running from the entrance
50 feet to the left. I tossed worms 6 feet in front of me. He
was unaccountably nervous and would not come and get them. This
was soon accounted for when Rhody came from behind me and gobbled
them all and then waited expectantly for more. Neo had retreated
to the other side of the fence, where he scripped, presumably be-
cause of Rhody's presence.
I now went to the fence and Neo came for his worms. Rhody
came, stood quietly by me and watched Neo without offering to at-
tack him. Neo was bold enough to squeeze through in order to get
the worms that dropped short.
Rhody now accepted an invitation to the tool-house for his
first mouse of the day.
At 10:20 I placed a chair at the edge of Neo's domain, sat
there and whistled various imitations of Brownie's calls--imper-
fectly of course. I used no other sounds. Exactly nothing hap-
pened. After waiting a few minutes I stood up and peered down into
the bushes, finally seeing him, back toward me, about 20 feet away,
at the edge of the sidewalk. I now called vocally for the first
time. His response was instantaneous; he truned and worked his
way toward me. I went back to the chair and waited. He came through
the fence and approached me for the worms now tossed to him.
At 11:05 I went back to the chair as quietly as I could and
remained perfectly silent. He was not in sight. In about two min-
utes I saw him coming up the bank. I made no inviting sound or
gesture. He looked for a way to get through the fence at the point
nearest me, found none, ran to Brownie's old hole, came through,
then back toward me and waited two yards away. I now tossed him
worms, nearer and nearer to my feet, until he was taking them at
my feet. He was pretty shy about it and frequently retreated TO
the other side of the fence, especially when some bird sounded an
alarm note; but he always came back.
When the worms were gone he went to a small spot of sun in
the bushes to preen, sun himself in the typical thrasher sideways
pose and to sing softly to himself.
Up to the present time and since he first accepted worms,
Neo has not once failed to come when proper inducements were offer-
ed.
Neo's iris color.
At 1 P.M. the chair was moved so that when Neo came, as he
did promptly, he would be in full sun. In this way I hoped to de-
termine the color of his irides; but the sun was at his back and
he would not keep his head still long enough for me to be certain.
I thought I caught glimpses of bright orange-brown, but can not be
certain that this represents the true eye color, because some of
the light from the eye was transmitted diagonally through cornea.
At this time Rhody was still resting in the bushes on the
bank above the orchard after his mouse of the morning.
Later he transferred to the upper bank of the entrance drive-
way and did not leave there until a little after 4 o'clock, making
his last jump to his night roost in the eucalyptus at the late hour,
for the present season, of 4:29. As far as known, he had no food
since the morning's mouse. (Clear, calm, temperature 60°).
I now went to look up Neo. As expected, he came through the
fence promptly when called and had his worms.