1768 the night--once after first spending a half hour or so in No.2 first. "Patients" I see nothing wrong with the owl. The mud-hen is in a bad way and is not seen to eat. The Anna's hummer is patient, tractable, feeds himself. His trouble seems to be with his right wing, which droops from an injury, probably. I held him in hand for a half hour, keeping his injured wing in position. A few minutes after being released he climbed up my shirt front and then, to my surprise, flew across the room, maintaining his elevation well. November 24th. (Sunrise 6:58; sunset 4:53). The north wind after subsiding again rose in the early morning. At 7:30 A.M. the garden beneath my window was unusually full of birds: Jays, juncos, "all" the crowned sparrows, including the white-throat; song- and English sparrows; hermit thrushes (2); the two kinds of towhees; a thrasher at the feeding station; Anna hum- ers at the cuphea (C. llavea?); quail. The hummer, thrushes and song sparrows bathed (52°). The quail and some others seemed eager for water. (Does the low humidity of the air act as a stimulus to bathing?). Rhody came for his mouse about 11:30 A.M. and was given the largest one that could be found. He had no difficulty in mastering it. He now loafed on the bank above the fig for some hours and finally retired to No.1 again. The thrashers were not heard during the day (while I was here) November 25th Thrasher song first heard in the garden at 7:40 A.M. It did not sound like Neo, but more like his mate, which it may have been. Rhody was still in his house No.2 when I drove by at 9:40 A.M. (Clear, calm, 60°). No obvious meteorological reason for his indolence. On passing again at 10:12, it was seen that he had moved out- side the house and was sitting, all puffed out, a foot or two from it, in the direct (though spotted) sunlight. Apparently the big mouse of yesterday has kept him from feeling the pangs of hunger. At 11:30 I found him outside the west fence pleased to see me: for he cried and rattled his bill softly, came over the fence and followed to the tool-house for his mouse. He now went to the cage, where he discovered the screech owl and the mudhen (coot). His attitude toward them was that of a child viewing the animals in a menagerie for the first time: one of round- eyed curiosity and, it seemed, of disbelief that there could be such things in the well known cage. He stared first at one and then at the other, moving from place to place repeatedly to get a better view of each. He made no sound whatever, but raised and lowered his crest and stretched his neck out horizontally, twisting his head from side to side, climbed the wire for a closer look at the sleep- ing owl, glanced occasionally at the magpies; but his interest was centered upon the two new birds. He showed neither fear nor hostil- ity--he was simply curious and, apparently, astonished. I can read nothing else into his behavior. This lasted for perhaps ten minutes and he then came out to stand near me with the attitude of one who now paused to meditate