1758 clear-cut instance of his having abandoned No.2 impelled by fear. October 19th. No thrasher song at all today: a rather warm day with maximum about 80°. (Perhaps significant. Rhody did not go to house No.2 at all, but went directly to No.1, probably fearing a repetition of yesterday's clamor at his bedtime. If so, his judgment was sound; for today was worse than yesterday. At sunset 68°. October 20th. Temperatures like yesterday's and again no thrasher song at all. Rhody, forgetting about the football hazard or perhaps willing to take a chance, went to house No.2 at the early time of 2:53. During my absence Julio invited him down for a mouse about 4 o'clock. He had had none during the earlier hours. He accepted and returned to NO.2 in twenty minutes or so and is now (6 P.M.;70°) still there. The children did not play football in the street by his house today, but Rhody was obviously not quite at ease, as if expecting disagreeable developments; but when nothing occurred, settled comfortably to rest. October 21st. Thrasher song began at 6:15 A.M., i.e. I was awake then and heard it. It seemed to come from Neo's intimate territory. At 7:35 (58°) sunny, calm, Rhody was still lying in his bunk in No. 2 evidently much at ease, both in body and spirit. He looked bright and cheerful without a worry in the world. Other birds were actively foraging or singing--the jays gathering acorns--but Rhody lay quietly gazing, now at the ceiling of his house, now down at me, then touching things lightly with his bill--a picture of indolence. Once he stood up as if to come down in response to my invitation, but it proved that all he wanted to do was to adjust something in the bottom of his bed with his bill. This arranged satisfactorily, he settled down firmly with, I imagine, a sense of luxurious ease. I left him then. At 8:30 (J) he was still there; but a little later he had gone.62 About 9:30 he appeared at the cage, wanted nothing and wandered off to his second-choice optimum tree where, at 10 A.M., I found him again at ease, resting his breast on a limb, his tail supported by another one, in the same spot, occasionally looking up into the sky in a dreamy sort of way, at a hawk far above. (This hawk was so high that it was some time before I could locate it after Rhody had directed my attention to it). By noontime (68°) Rhody had not stirred from his tree. At 1:20 (79°) he was still there but now standing up on the limb looking very bright and attentive. He came down on invitation (taking his own time about it) and started to follow me to the tool-house, but branched off at the cage, entered and gazed cautiously down into his meat dish (fearful of the yellow-jackets in it) at last snatching a small piece hurriedly. After swallowing it he sauntered over to where I was stretched out in a long chair and gazed round-eyed at "everything": tree tops, me, the chair, pebbles on the ground it was as if the world was an entirely new phenomenon to him. He turned his head to listen in the direction of each new bird sound and once or twice started toward it. He was not nervous at all; appar-