his back just like Rhody. Like Rhody, also, he seemed to ignore my presence while performing that operation. When he moved off after a few minutes it was without haste. He is "coming on". I now went down to look for Rhody, who was not to be seen and did not respond to call, so I had to go into the brush to find him. He was in tree 9 and cried when I reached him. As mild punishment for his failure to respond to call, I gave him nothing and walked away, not inviting him to follow; but he did, without losing any time about it. Consequently I gave him food: meat first, then mouse. As it was nice and sunny there and I was on the sunny side of him, he immediately turned his back to me after finishing the mouse and opened up to the sun, thereafter ignoring me, yet I could easily have taken him by the tail without moving an inch. As I drove by his roost after 5 P.M. he was there. R5 had eaten his third live mouse of the day. 1937 January lst. (Sunrise 7:25, sunset 5:01, clear). A Good Omen A Rainbow. Thrashers singing. Thrashers were singing down in the canyon. An auspicious opening of the New Year! R up at 10 A.M. At 10 A.M. Rhody was sitting on his porch obervant of all passing events. In a few minutes he sailed down to me for worms, sunning his back while catching them. A chilly breeze was coming from the south east passing over the higher, snow capped mountains of the inner Coast Range; as the sun was also in that quarter Rhody had to turn his back directly to the wind, which was strong evenough to agitate his feathers, but he persisted in his pose. (Temp. in Clearing 52, in court 45). New storm approaching ? R5 had already eaten his first mouse of the day--a freshly killed house-mouse. At 12 he was shown a live mouse in a bright red card-board container 2½" in diameter and 4" long. He was not afraid of the red, apparently, as he stretched his neck to look down at the mouse much interested. The mouse was put on a perch about 6' from the bird and less than 3' from my face. With little hesitation he came and took it without retreating. In trying to kill it, or in seizing it, the mouse in some way became affixed to his lower mandible--per- haps had taken hold of it. The bird dropped it to the ground, considered going after it but was afraid of me. The mouse was replaced and R5 again took it, partially killed it and swallowed it still kicking, the feathers on his neck agitated by the move- ments. This bird has much more trouble than Rhody in getting a mouse down--he is a smaller bird. At 4:30, it was rather dark in the cage, he would not come down for a mouse. Rhody had his mouse in the Clearing about 1:30. He was of- fered meat first, but would not take it. After dark it was seen that he was in his regular roost. The anticipated storm had come, but he was not in his house.