much of his timidity vanished. At precisely 11 A.M. Rhody shifted a foot or two to the porch of his neglected new house. He inspected the interior and then spent the next two or three minutes trying to disgorge a pellet, scratching his throat while gaping and shaking his head. I could not see whether he succeeded or not. At 11:08½ he sailed down to the orchard and ran swiftly to the sage patch. He wanted no mice. There is a suggestion here that, when his pipes are clogged with fur, his appetite is poor and he lacks incentive to leave his roost. There was nothing about the weather to keep him there that was evident to me. (Sunny, though somewhat hazy, 59°; at 8:25 it was 54°; no wind at either time). For several days now Rhody has eaten no meat from his dish and, as far as known, has had mice exclusively. There has been no evidence of his having foraged for himself. At 11:55 he was still lying by the sage, but was now ready for a mouse. I had thought it probable that he would go back to meat, but his supply was still untouched. At this time Neo was sitting quietly in the honeysuckle on the fence in his domain. He seems to be a good rester too. On two several occasions later in the day he was induced to come far from his chosen refuge to get worms. Once also, when I was looking for Rhody, he spotted me and came without invitation. Again, shortly after sunset, he came out of his retreat to get worms from Julio. Rhody wanted no more food from me during the rest of the day. (Clogged pipes?). At 3:43 he made his last move to the eucalyptus roost: considerably earlier than on the last two or three days. The eclipse was then in progress, but so little of the face of the sun was obscured that the earlier retirement can not be attributed to that phenomenon. It didn't effect Neo. (62° at 3:45). Dec. 3rd. (Sunrise 7:08, sunset 4:50). Thrasher calls and short burst of song heard up to about 8 A.M. in various directions. Neo was perhaps one of the vocalists as he was not at his usual place at 8:25. At 8:20 (Clear, slight breeze from the north, 52°) Rhody was still in his roost; but at 9:20, he had moved to a sunny branch of the adjoining tree to rest and preen. He was not concerned about food. At this time Neo was still unaccounted for. At 10:10 A.M. Rhody was found on top of the cage, mildly curious about a black-bellied plover inside. (This bird was brought here Nov. 28th., with a badly broken wing, by a party of little children and their adult leader, they having found it in the marsh near San Rafael. Dr. Reynolds taped the wing and the bird is now doing well, subsisting principally on angle worms and beef). Rhody had eaten none of his meat and, when he dropped down from the roof landing close to it, ignored it, indicating by his actions that he wanted a mouse. He was, accordingly, accommodated at the tool-house.