1601 as I approached, Neo, without invitation, ran to me. He seemed to come from the same point where he had deposited the twigs the other day, but I can find nothing there resembling a new nest, although there is something that looks like the sodden remains of a very old one. At 10 A.M. Rhody was sitting in an entirely new place for him in the orchard--in a Pittosporum undulatum. Although I was look- ing for him, it was only by accident I saw him. He wanted no food. Another "first" for Neo. I passed on to Neo's domain and sat down by the sage-patch, not having heard any sound from him. In a few minutes he came through the fence. This time I was successful in having him jump from the ground and take worms from hand as he was in the air. Another first for him. He now adopted the policy of sitting on the ground 5 or 6 feet from me, doing the standard thrasher "sun-fit", preening, and keeping an eye peeled to detect signs of my "loosening up" with more worms. Occasionally he was rewarded. This lasted for about 15 minutes, I being the first to leave. Once I place a worm on my knee to see if he would have the courage to take it there. He flew up part way, but dared not complete the act. Rhody's reaction to deferred feeding. I now turned my attention to Rhody. This bird was wandering about in receptive mood. I teased him a little by pretending to go to the tool-house, but not going all the way, thus arousing his expectations only to disappoint him. This was done to observe his reactions. He rattle-boed several times and went off in 3 or 4 circuses, apparently as a result of this behavior of mine, before I relented and rewarded him with a mouse from hand. (Rhody and the cat, Tommy- Leo. + At about 1:30 P.M. Rhody was on top of the cage. He became interested in something toward the east and began to walk along the roof in that direction--neck stretched forward and keenly inspecting the trees ahead of him. He seemed intensely interested in something and not afraid. He transferred to the trees and continued his pro- gress warily through the branches, then dropped to the ground and continued in the same direction for perhaps 50 feet, then came back part way and sat on a stone, still alert but not apparently greatly concerned. I could see nothing in the trees at first, but finally catched a glimpse of a white, stationary, furry mass partly conceal- ed in the dense foliage about ten feet from the ground. It proved to be Tommy-Leo, the white cat that gave Rhody such a fright and chased him so determinedly a year or so ago. (See notes). I chased him away. A box trap will be set for him and if we catch him, he shall be given a lesson with the garden hose and assorted noises designed to effect a sudden mutation in his future progeny, if any. (Unfortunately, I promised long ago not to hurt him!) On returning after some hours absence, I found Rhody in his house at 4:20 P.M. (58°) in Clearing. Jan. 25th. (Sunrise 7:20, sunset 5:24). At 8:30 A.M. (Bright, wind from north, 48° in court, 54° in Clearing. Minimum during night 45°), Neo was not at his place on the bank; no early thrasher song had been heard. At this time Rhody was at his post on the west lot and, on repeated "invitations", responded with his cooing song. > *So I thought; but he called loudly and musically when I left so I went back and fed him, finding he had come to meet me. + It was not Tommy-Leo!