1598. However, he was more interested in the car than in food and went to examine it, considering for a time flying up on to its roof, but abandoning the idea. A passing car caused him to retreat into the growth on the south bank, where he climbed a tree and sunned his back. Dog after Rhody. Mrs. Scamell now told me that, a short time before, while he was at his post, a dog ran after him; Rhody stumbling "like a human being" as he started to run and being compelled to take flight to escape. Apparently a narrow escape. Rhody's Cooing Song—an odd phase of it. The last note of the series of coos is usually lowest in pitch, least in intensity and separated from the preceding notes by an interval longer than those that separate the others. For the first time I noticed this morning that he, several times, seemed to forget this note and raised his head, then seemed to realize that the performance was not quite complete and then lowered his head again and gave this last low coo. I thought also that I detected a faint "grace" note preceding the regular song; but of this am uncertain. Rhody clearly shows that he is tired of meat and wants a mouse, and remembers where they are. At 12:55 Rhody was on top of the cage and I offered him meat, but he would not take it; but when I turned away he came down toward me. A second offer of the meat was again refused and he then tore off in one of his ridiculous circuses, winding up at the sage patch. I now went to the drive way and stood near the old oak. Rhody approached me and stopped, rattlet-boobing loudly twice. The meat was again offered and his reply was to run quickly toward the tool-house and stand waiting at the door—although I had made no move in that direction. He has been given nothing but meat for 3 or 4 days (check interval by back notes) and quite clearly indicated (to my mind) by this behavior that he was tired of meat, wanted me to know it and behaved accordingly. As a reward for his intelligent effort to make his wants known he was given the largest mouse I could find, taking it unhesitatingly from hand. Surely this behavior of his was intelligent. Shortly after this, scripping was heard off toward Robinson's I went down to the entrance and called. The scripping stopped and, in a minute or two a thrasher made a long flight toward and past me, then came running back. Neo, all alone, rather shy, but expecting worms. I had to toss him a few before he would take them from hand. He stayed with me 10 or 15 minutes, getting more confident all the time; but he was constantly looking into the bushes as if for his mate. When worms were withheld he went to the same spot where he took twigs the other day and began pulling things with his bill. He then came out and started calling loudly. At this time another thrasher was singing full song far to the west (Reported by Julio, who now came and reported it—it could not be heard from where we were). After 7 minutes of loud calls, Neo changed to "talk" as another bird joined him, coming from nowhere. I went to see if the bird to the west was still singing, thinking that possibly Neo could have heard the song inaudible to us and that the singer was his mate. However, I found the bird still singing. Rhody, after his meal, had chosen the roof of the cage as his afternoon's basking place, leaving there "about 4 o'clock when the sun got off the roof"—(J). I found him in his old house at 4:20 when I drove by. Julio reported (4:30 P.M.) that Neo had gone lame and was hopping around on one foot. (The actual report was that Neo was "hopping" and cross-examination elicited the foregoing).