1575. may be, as was suspected when the silver pheasant cock was here, that he objects to the presence of these birds. It was noticed that quail were scattered and one or two to be found in almost every clump of bushes, keeping very quite, but no hawk was seen. (Calm, 52°). No observations were made during the afternoon by me, but Julio says Rhody wanted no more food and went to roost in his old house. Dec. 26th. (Sunrise 7:24, sunset 4:56). Sunny at this elevation but a blanket of fog lower with occasional tenuous streamers reaching here. Considerable early thrasher song and one thrasher eating at the suet "pudding" in the upper garden at 8 A.M. A half hour later a hawk was sitting on the ground by the station (20 feet from the corner of this room) and when I went out to "take measures" another, flew from an oak where it command a view of the station. I thought them to be male and female Coopers. Rhody remained on the west lot most of the forenoon. The pheasant was still here. About 11:30 there was loud thrasher scripping and "queclicking" from the old oak. The pheasant was the cause and soon a half dozen birds, with the thrasher, flew out of the tree in alarm as the pheas- ant dashed about in the bushes somewhat in the manner of Rhody's circuses. I called to the thrasher and it came to me for worms, but kept an anxious eye upon the neighboring shrubbery. It was Neo, who during the rest of the day, was frequently at his place on the bank and responded when offered worms. He was still wary and uncertain as to what might be lurking in the bushes. Rhody finally decided to come home and ate all his meat. (Meat again). About noon he was pleased to come for a mouse. He chose the eucalyptus tree to sleep in instead of his old house, and went to roost at 3:40 P.M.: a reversion to early retirement. I could see nothing in weather indications to influence his choice other than that prospects were for a calm night, fairly cold, but not extremely so, justifying sleeping in the open. Dec. 27th. (Sunrise 7:24, sunset 4:57). The day dawned fair, temperature at 8:30 A.M., 42°, blanket of fog just below, which rose to this elevation then dispersed about 9 A.M. There was much wandering thrasher song, beginning about a half hour before sunrise, but Neo was not to be found at 9:30. Rhody was in his roost then and still there at 10 A.M. 10:30. Still there. 11:00, no change. 11:40, no change. Fog tentacles reaching up here again. At 12:10 Rhody had had enough of sitting in the cold fog (45°) and had shifted into his new house a foot or two from his roost. He does find it convenient occasionally. Rhody shows great enthusiasm on dis- covering me. At 12:50 (I had seen him in the house last at 12:10) he was no longer there, but as I stood looking up into the tree to make certain, he came tearing up the path at full speed, put on the brakes when he reached me, raised his crest and displayed his skin patch colors all the way to the back of his neck and watch- ed keenly any move of mine that might suggest a march toward the tool house. When I did start he dashed off on side excursions with wings and tail spread, always coming back so as not to miss anything. He snatched the mouse from my fingers unceremoniously and made off at