1611. Neo not seen all day. Nothing was seen of Neo and mate, and nothing was heard from them, as far as known, but Brokenwing, presumably, was heard at times in his territory. Feb. 3rd. (Sunrise 7:15, sunset 5:35). Heavy rain during the night. A little early thrasher song heard in the garden. Rhody again dis- regards weather. About 9:30 Rhody's full song was heard, gradually coming nearer and nearer the house. In about 30 minutes it ceased and I went out to look him up, finding him home but not concerned about food. Here again, the impulse that constrains him to sing prevailed over his will to remain under cover in bad weather. (Or perhaps he thought it was going to clear up! Anyway the sun did come out in a few minutes and he took advantage of it at once). He was fairly dry, although his tail was rather disreputable. I now went out to get a mouse supply. On returning at 12:15 (heavy rain and hail in the meantime) he was found outside the north fence under a pine tree and was given a mouse, after he cried for it. Neo home again. At 1:35, as I approached Neo's haunt on the south bank, I heard a cheerful little under-song and Neo, looking curiously streaky, came out for his worms. He might easily have been mistaken for some sort of thrush. I now left, to return about 5 P.M. Neo was singing full song, having kept it up ever since I left (according to Julio). J had found Rhody already in his house when he looked him up at 4:30. Feb. 4th. (Sunrise 7:12, sunset 5:36). Rain during the night. Alternating rain and sunshine this forenoon. A little early thrasher song in the garden. Neo and mate were fed Hamburger by Julio, about 7 A.M., at their place near the entrance. By ten o'clock they had gone and no thrasher sounds were to be heard anywhere--not even from Brokenwing. At 11:05 A.M. Rhody had not been seen or heard (46°) so I went to his roost tree by the inside passage. He was not there; but as I retraced my route, I found him waiting beside the path. He greeted me with a soft hroo and whines, and was rewarded with a mouse a little later. I teased him mildly by dangling the mouse out of his reach and he responded by rattling his beak very softly with a "rubbery" sound audible perhaps no more than 6 or 8 feet away. He was dry. A White-tailed Kite. In the afternoon I went out to the flat country where Wild- cat and San Pablo creeks meander through an area of "truck" gardens toward the bay, to look for the kite which Dr. Reynolds saw there a week or so ago. (This bird is now classed as rare). In a very short time I saw a kite sitting on a power line. It flew when I was about 100 yards away, as I approached in the car. I fol- lowed in the car, but it returned to its original perch. I drove back and stopped about 50 yards from it without alarming it, and watched it through the glasses. It occasionally flew off a short distance to hover over the fields at various points: sometimes as long as several (?) minutes at one spot, with legs hanging down. When it descended for closer view or to catch its prey, it maintain- ed its body in horizontal position with wings raised more or less vertically. It returned several times to the same look-out point on the wire and preened. Other birds also on the wire nearby were