Nest especially adapted to its location. This nest, as did one of Brownie's built within 5 or 6 feet of the same spot and in the same honeysuckle, illustrates the ability of the thrasher to adapt its structure to the nature of the available support to the end that labor of construction and quantity of materials used shall be minimal. The interior of the honeysuckle consists of a rather dense tangle of leafless stalks twisted intricately. It is thus possible to dispense with most of the usual framework of the nest and build one that is nearly "all lining". That is what has occurred in this instance as in the case of Brownie's referred to above, and these are the only two examples of the kind seen at this place since I have been watching the thrashers. At 3:20 P.M., raining slightly, I drove past the west lot. Rhody was sitting bolt upright in his "4th. position" in the ladder-tree. He ignored me utterly when I called to him--not even winking as far as I could see. I went by again at 3:30. He was now in the house. It was raining hard. As this is an early retirement for this time of the year and this stage of his mating cycle, the question arises, is this sudden apparent regard for weather conditions, which has been negligible recently, a further indication of the subsidence of the current harmonic on the fundamental wave of his mating cycle? At 4:45 he was still in his house--undoubtedly a genuine retirement for the day and as immovable as a stuffed bird. Talk and my repertoire of road-runner sounds addressed to him at about 8 or 10 feet range produced no physical reaction from him whatever during the 10 minutes I stayed there. The red box, held up so that he could not possibly have missed seeing it had no effect at all. It was precisely as if we had been in two different worlds. It is not the first time he has ignored me thus when his mind has been on weightier affairs. He is an adept at putting one in his proper place. Another trick he has, but which I have always forgotten to record, is one frequently performed when walk up close to him at a time when he is not hungry and he can think of no good reason why he ought to be polite to me. He turns his head to look at me, if I am not in his direct line of vision, then slowly directs his gaze at my feet gradually allowing it to shift upward to my face, thereafter looking away as if he could not stand the shock! One feels as if he had been weighed in the balance and found definitely lacking in pulchritude, to mix metaphors. Mar. 12th. The fringe of the storm is still with us, bringing gloomy skies and occasional showers; temperature about 60° max. To date there has been about 30% more rain than normal and about 50% more than for the same period of last season. The weather did not cause Rhody to stay in house long. At 9:40 A.M. I went down and found he was out; but a few calls brought him threading his way quickly through the thicket to take a mouse from me. This mouse received full honors. No matter how often Rhody responds to call and comes for his mouse, I never fail to get a tremendous "kick" out of this exhibition of confidence. It appears that Neo has two full-length feathers in his tail; but of these one is mutilated and will probably break off. I doubt, now, if all this damage is due to fighting. It occurs to