so softly that, if I had not been looking up at him and seen the movements of his throat, I perhaps should not have heard him at all. 12 M. At 11:30 I went down, during a lull in the heavy rain, to see what Rhody was doing about it, and was pleased to see that he had had the good sense to go up into his roosting tree and sit in the house made for him, where he was well protected. At 1:30 he was still in his house. At 3:15 ditto. At 4 P.M. Rhody was still in his house, lying down with tail supported against the back inside in conformity to the design. He evidently was finished for the day and would not come down for a mouse. January 29th. Mrs. Kelly, Mrs. Tillotson (at whose home in Berkeley there is at present a Harris sparrow) and Mr. Gilbert (of Portland) are to come about 10 A.M. to see Rhody et al. My task is to find the creature and keep him interested until they come and then induce him to come into their presence--the latter perhaps an inpossibility in view of his fear of strangers, especially women. 9:30 A.M. I found Rhody in the Scamell oak, by "ear". Mrs. Scamell had seen him at his post earlier, cooed, and he had gone over to investigate and return the compliment. He sang for me and, again, in his first two coos I heard that peculiar, nasal overtone commented upon previously. He was still in the oak when the party arrived, but when I went out to contact him again, he could not be found. I made two separate searches for him. The last time, found him again in the oak, but he came down and ran across to the west lot. The visitors were stationed in their car in the driveway west of the living room and I undertook to locate Rhody again and induce him to come over the fence and up the driveway to the car; and so it worked out. He was suspicious of the car and its occupants, but came nevertheless to within about 20 feet of it, where he barked and rattled-booed twice, but stood his ground. I tossed worms, which he caught. He would not take meat from hand, but advanced to take the mouse from the ground by my side and ran off with it quickly. He behaved well under considerable stress of circumstances. It shortly began to rain, and my visitors were told that he might go to his house in the tree for protection. Accordingly we went there and Based on past experience, the chances were much against his being there, yet, as I was pointing out the house and explaining his method of approaching it, one of the party exclaimed:"Why, there he is, in it now!" And so he was. Brownie was away all this time and did not show up until a half hour after the visitors left, announcing his presence by loud calls from the old oak. Rhody was not looked up again until 4:15 P.M. He was found at the ladder tree, ready to go to roost, but changed his mind at once on being shown a mouse. He entered his roost at 4:37. I waited to see if he would go to the house, expecting he would