or koke-koked as yet. I could not find Rhody at or near his roost at 4:30, but when, in looking along my back trail expecting to see that he was the author of the rustling sound behind me, I was surprised to see that it was Brownie following me. He climbed up one of the bushes in order to get a clear take-off to reach my hand. At 5 P.M. Rhody was still not in his roost. Up to this time R5 had eaten nothing during the day. February 4th. A strong southerly gale arose during the night, with a little rain. 11:10 A.M. Rhody is at present 15 feet from me outside the open Window door where we can see each other plainly. He does not object to the sound of this machine, but does not like the sound of the wind in the trees. As I stepped out of the French window into the court at 9:45, I was surprised to see him almost under foot looking extraordinarily meek and subdued. Although this court is exposed to the full blast of the sou'easter, he had discovered a comparatively windless spot in the back-wash from the house. I offered him meat, touching his bill with it, but he would have none of it, merely rolling his eyes and looking miserable. I invited him into the warm room, tempting him with meat and mice. He preferred to remain uncomfortable. After about 10 minutes he took the mouse, killed it and abandoned it. After another ten minutes he ate it. 11:20. Rhody is still here and has moved into the cloister. There is nothing "cocky" about him at all now! I can't get him to come in here. He looks as if he had no friends. He is not far enough in the cloister to avoid the rain. His bedraggled tail rests in a shallow pool and the rain hangs in drops on his eyelashes. 2 feet more to his left and he will be where it is perfectly dry. In front of him is an open door to the interior of the laboratory, where he could be undisturbed and in complete comfort. Strange creature! He does not move for many minutes at a time. I wonder if the hawk that I saw dashing in and out of the bushes and trees of the west lot at 5 P.M. yesterday has cowed R. R5, who would not eat anything yesterday, had eaten his mouse when I went into the cage at 11:45. Yesterday several trucks w were dumping earth and rocks in the next lot and making a tremendous uproar behind the cage--sometimes as close as ten feet from it. This kept R5 disturbed all day, though not in panic. 11:50 Rhody still here, now on a rock about 35 feet away, sitting quietly, just outside the cloister in another calm spot. There are of course, bushes in the court which provide additional protection from the wind. 11:57. He has moved out of sight. 11:59. On a window-sill of the laboratory. 12:03. Off the sill to the ground below. I open the window; 12:07 he moves off 3 feet to stump of oak. I open door. He does not move away. Raining hard. 12:24 Rhody accepted none of the refuges offered, and is now under the oaks and rhododendrons by the tool house. Just across the driveway from him is the bench under