Feb. 20th. (Sunrise 6:56, sunset 5:53). Thrasher song. No early thrasher song heard in the garden, but there was song to the south and north east. Checking Rhody'At 7:20 A.M. (Clear, calm, 46°), I thought to check up on rising time.Rhody's rising time, fully expecting that he would still be in his house in the roost tree; but, on going there, I found him underneath the tree, looking very pert and animated. When I talked to him, he went up about 5 feet in the ladder tree and answered me with whines and soft beak-rattlings. He sat there several minutes (about 6 feet from me) looking off to the west at the country spread out below. He showed no indications of being hungry and refused to sing for me; but after I had left and was about 50 yards away, he broke into song. Rhody wants mouse. After breakfast I found him, at 8:40, now in the garden sit- ting quietly at a strategical point where he could observe my move- mements when I came out of the house. He was now in a different state of mind on the food question and trotted along behind me to the tool- house, where he took a live mouse from my fingers, bowing low with deep hroos and violent sidewise tail waggings. He now proceeded to offer the mouse, with full ritual, at the cage door, 50 feet away; thence proceeding to the mirror where he continued his devotions, pressing the mouse against the glass. Takes mouse to nest. He now carried the mouse to his new nest now under construct- ion in the new house in the Peppermint Gum (Eucalyptus amygdalina), arriving there at 8:55. He sat inside, occasionally uttering deep, rumblling hroos, until 9:10, when he came out to sit a foot below the house to look and listen for a few minutes, only to return to his house. At 9:15 he sailed down, landing near and passing me with rapidly uttered coot-coot-coots audible perhaps 8 or 10 feet. Further ouse offer- ings. A window ledge on the south side of the tool-house was his immediate objective, where he arrived at 9:18 after a climb up the steep bank. There he exhibited the mouse to his reflection, then subsided to sun his back, make a last offering of the mouse, fol- lowed by a quick run through the rhododendrons and azaleas, through the court, in order to make a presentation with full ritual at the east French window of the dining room at 9:25½, thence to the south window of the same room and then to the east window of the living room, at 9:28½. He now considered going up to the roof, but changed his mind, went to the bottom of the front steps to rest and sun. (Purple finches, wrens, jays, flickers and song sparrows were now exceedingly vocal nearby and thrashers were singing 250 yards away in Brokenwing's territory). At 9:40 I turned my head away for a mo- ment and Rhody vanished without a sound. I found him at 9:45 at the glass door of the basement under the living room, presenting the mouse there. He was now but a few feet from his nest No. 8-37 (In the oak by the living-room bay window) and I was curious as to wheth- er he still retained recollection of it. It has been months since he has even looked at it. At 9:50 he made one more display at the window, then climbed 3 feet up a toyon and gazed at the nest, now partly destroyed. He gradually climbed higher (3 feet in 6 minutes). (Mr. W.F.Sampson now joined us: 9:56). In the next 4 minutes he made one short move upward. Six minutes later (at 10:00 precisely) he was in the nest and ate the mouse almost immediately. He had carried it for about an hour and twenty six minutes. He now sailed down and went to the orchard and we did not look him up for a few minutes. He was then busily at work on his new nest (No.1-38) and kept it up until about 11 o'clock, when he left for the cage. We watched him working, going up and down perfectly indifferent to our presence.