Rhody has spare time on his hands and doesn't know what to do with it. At 1:45 (80° plus) Rhody had come down, eaten meat at the cage, come out and was confronted with the dilemma of what to do until bedtime. All of his bodily needs had been satisfied; there was no sense in going back to the tree to rest some more--there was nothing at all that needed to be done and there was nothing to frighten him. It was too early to go to roost. I sat in a chair about 8 feet from him and watched. He was clearly without definite aim of any kind and strolled slowly about near me hoping for something to turn up. A branch of a pyracantha nearby stirred--probably a hermit thrush eating the berries. There was something! So he glided over toward it with neck stretched eagerly forward and stared. Nothing happened. Ah! It was hot enough for a spread-eagle sun-fit; so that was performed briefly. Looking up into the trees suggested nothing. A glance at the sky revealed no hawks. Well, we can dust anyway. So that was quickly done; but the world was as blank of events there- after as before. Inspection of me from a distance of 8 feet brought no relief from boredom. There's a drinking dish over there, so we'll try that. Still nothing left to do; so we'll inspect the rainy- weather shelter under the old oak. Nothing remarkable there, but a ruby crowned kinglet approaches through the branches of an elder- berry to observe the road-runner and this touches off the trigger which releases a brief circus for the kinglet. Hah! What's under this leaf? Nothing. Now to the sage patch 15 feet away; another glance at the sky: no hawks; but carpenters are building a house in full view about 100 feet beyond the entrance, so there is something to engage the attention of eyes and ears for a while. 2:15; I left to write this note. He again slept in No.1. October 26th to 29th, incl. During this period, except for a little song one morning, the thrashers were quiet and, moreover, were seldom seen, although Neo came to me twice for worms. No distant thrasher song was heard either. Rhody is slipping into his seasonal habit of decreasing his food intake and spending more time on the west lot. He is at present satisfied with not to exceed one mouse per day and perhaps one piece of meat. On one of these days he wanted no mouse and had only one piece of meat. He gets up late and wanders little. During this four day period there was a little rain twice. Temperatures were mild with maxima running from 65 to 75. Rhody slept in No.1 on three nights and in No.2 once. On the latter occasion he went to bed at 2:50 P.M. October 30th and 31st. (On the 31st: Sunrise 6:34; sunset 5:13). No thrasher song during this period and my birds seldom seen here, although Neo came for worms once when he saw me feeding Rhody. No distant song heard. Some rain on the 30th. On that day I found Rhody in his house No.1 at 10 A.M. He came down when he saw me and followed part way to the tool-house and then stopped by the N.W. corner of the house, listened to something off to the north, then disappeared through the hedge. For several minutes I could not find him. (It was raining a little). I got a mouse and returned to where he had disappeared. He came out, ate the mouse then climbed up 8 or 10 feet in a pine growing just outside the retaining wall of the road near the N.W. corner of the house. This gave him shelter from the rain (which stopped about noon) and a commanding view over a wide area to the