1573. At 3 P.M. Rhody had moved out of the house and was in his night roost on one of the supporting limbs. Another test on the plover. I now went into the plover cage and offered cut-up angle worms in my palm. He came at once, but refused to touch them, standing there looking first at them, then at me, finally moving away slowly. Meat was now substituted with the same result. Meal-worms were now offered producing immediate response and acceptance. So his acceptance of me appears to be based upon expectation of meal-worms only. Nothing flattering about this. Several visits to Rhody accounted for his continued presence in his roost and, as far as known, he did not leave the roost tree all day, and his total food consumption consisted of the one mouse. Dec. 23rd. (Sunrise 7:22, sunset 4:55). A little early thrasher song. The sun rose in a cloudless sky. The night was cold, but Rhody's judgment as to non-recurrence of rain and wind proved correct. At 8:45 he was still in his roost. (42°, coldest this season) Neo not in his covert. At 9:30 Rhody was sunning on his low eucalyptus branch. Ap- parently his appetite would not permit him to wait for a mouse, for he had already gone to the cage and eaten the meat. (His presence there evidenced by absence of the meat and presence of fresh drop- pings). About 10:20 I came face to face with him as I was turning the corner at the entrance to go out and look him up. A momentary start and he waited for coming events. I turned back up the drive- way followed by him closely until he began to make wide excursions off to the left and the right, rattle-booing and displaying wings and tail. About half-way to the tool-house he took to the air and sailed away from me over the fence to the street. For what reason I do not know unless it was to express exuberance of spirits, for he came right back again, running and, after a few more dashes from one side to the other, he was standing meekly by me at the tool- house for his mouse. After downing it he went to the top of the cage to sun and rest presumably, but activities of other birds and the sound of a circular saw off to the north required attention, which he gave by staring in the appropriate direction from different points of the roof. Once more he composed himself to rest, but now the cry of a Cooper hawk, which he was unable to locate, disturbed him and he shifted into the acacia at the east end of the cage where he would not be so conspicuous. At 2 P.M. he was still there, comfort able and unafraid. Just before this session with Rhody, flickers and a thrasher were heard to the north. Three flickers and one thrasher were in a bare maple down on the north slope about 50 yards from the fence. Calling and making motions of my hand, as if to toss worms, brought the thrasher to the fence for meal worms. About 11 o'clock fine thrasher full song was heard to the north east. I found the bird in the cork-elm about 200 yards from here. He continued his song as I listened from the sidewalk at about his level, but 30 feet from him. When, however, I called and made "worm signs" he dropped down and climbed the bank to me for his meal, although a neighbor's cocker spaniel was now fawning upon me. "Both" of these birds were undoubtedly Neo, responding to me out of my familiar environment. When Neo went back to the tree to sing again, it aroused the thrasher in the garden of the house on