1630 The bird made no attempt to detach it, nor did it seem to notice when the creature's foot glued itself to his chin feathers. On top of all this messiness, Rhody decided to dust, with the result that for a time, more or less all of the animal was stuck to his breast. About 3:45 Rhody had reached the S.W. corner of the place and flew over the fence to the west lot and was not followed further. At 5 P.M. (Julio) he ate the salamander in the ladder tree. Feb. 23rd. Another foggy morning with warm and bright afternoon. Neo and mate came home a few times (once in response to call when their whereabouts was unknown) but for the most part remained away, probably over at the Robinsons'. The chances of their nesting at my place seem to be diminishing. Brokenwing sang "all the time" from his territory. Rhody was seen to resume work on his nest about 9:45 A.M. He was making play out of his trips to get twigs, landing near me and running off down the path at high speed with wings and tail spread, weaving from side to side sinuously, and returning promptly with material, as if he had a cache at some definite point upon which he was drawing, and did not need to search. He seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself. He has such a mass of material on his front porch now that it interferes with his getting inside to work: yet he keeps on adding more, inside. Perhaps he is pushing it out. During the day he was given one mouse, one salamander and a large piece of meat and he caught a lizard for himself. He did not sing at all, but he displayed his trophies all over the place, including the cage, the mirror and the highest chimney of the house. At least one batch of twigs was taken to the mirror. It was not until 5:32 P.M. that he began to move toward the west. He was not followed. Feb. 24th. A warm, sunny day with north wind," brilliantly clear. The thrashers remained away most of the time and were fed here only once. Rhody renewed work on his nest about 9 A.M., making trips for material only at long intervals. Much of the time was spent quietly in the house doing nothing; but at one time, he seemed to be lifting twigs out of the interior and putting them out on the heap on the porch, as if it were too crowded inside. About 4 o'clock it was noticed that this heap was in danger of sliding off en masse, particularly as it was then quite windy. In general it seemed as if Rhody's "first harmonic" of his present cycle were fading out. At 5:30 P.M. he had left for his night roost, but was still sitting at his post on the west lot, whence he had gone (from the orchard) but a few minutes before. Feb. 25th. (Sunrise 6:49, sunset 5:59). A fairly strong north wind continues; bright, clear and warm. At 8:30 A.M. it was seen that the mass of material clogging Rhody's front porch had disappeared as had also all of the inside structure that could be seen from ground level. He was, however, engaged in