The scenes at the nest, in which are seen the parent bird and 4 or 5 "paisanitos"--fed by the boy when one of the adults is supposed- ly killed by a coyote, are extremely good; as is also the one where the last youngster to leave the nest finds the boy, flutters around him with spread wings, climbs all over him and finally poses be- side him in an attitude of adoration (really the "semi-spread-eagle sunfit"). There is a magnificent fight between a road-runner and a large rattle-snake of several minutes duration and seen at close quarters. (The bird is supposed to be protecting the sleeping boy). The amazing agility and courage of the bird stand out. The fight is absolutely genuine (as far as it is not interfered with by human agency). It ends with the road-runner's getting a hold on the snake's head and slapping him on the ground in true road-runner fashion. Just before this, since the snake seems to weaken too suddenly, has probably been "discouraged" off the scene by human friends of the bird. The boy, who has been saddened by the thought that the young birds have not appreciated the care he has bestowed upon them, now awakens, sees the final disposition of the snake by the bird and, as the bird now goes to him with evidences of affection is convinced that the Paisano (fellow countryman) is a true friend. (Incidentally, this latter bird appears not to be the one that fought the snake; but it is a nice little story). January 29th Rain at intervals. Rhody, visited several times at his No.1 house (last time by me at 1:30 P.M.) does not seem to have left the house all day. He was fed there later by Julio: Thrashers continued to sing, mostly in border territory. January 30th. Neo--nesting reflex. Sunny forenoon, cloudy afternoon. Thrashers singing in the A.M.; fist song about 7 o'clock. Neo repeated twig-carrying. Rhody, at 11, on west lot, sings on being urged, but wants nothing. However, he goes to cage to get meat about 1 P.M. He is given a mouse in his house before sunset by J. (About 5 P.M.). January 31st. (Sunrise 7:16; sunset 5:31). A dull, chilly morning, but plenty of thrasher song. At 11 A.M. I went down into the orchard (42°). Almost im- mediately came: The two thrashers, the hermit thrush, the spotted towhee, the golden-crowned sparrow. Worms were tossed to each individual. A minute or two later the Nuttall sparrow came and stationed himself at my feet, paying no attention to the competition of the other birds farther away, but waiting patiently for his share. He is the boldest of all and has, a few times, essayed to fly to my hand; but lacks the courage to come all the way. February 1st The coldest morning of the winter, 35° minimum; but much colder at lower levels and further inland, both north and south. The day was brilliant, but warm in the sun. Rhody was induced to sing in the forenoon, came up for his meat and was much at home.