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wind not quite so strong. The leded-glass French windows are
buckling in and out perhaps a quarter of an inch in a width of 3
feet. The yard is covered with a litter of leaves, twigs and a few
pine branches an inch or more in diameter. Several trees are leaning
precariously and one iron-wood is down. There will be alot of damage
today.
Power came on again about 4 P.M. At 4:20 Dr. Grinnell and
party arrived. Wind not bad, but few birds around.
Rhody was already in his bunk at this time (Julio) crying
for sustenance, and came down to get his meat from J. (We did not
go down to see him).
Nothing seen or heard of Neo all day.
Feb. 10th. (Sunrise 7:07, sunset 5:42).
The storm.
Heavy rain during the night, which is when most of it occurs
as a rule. Papers devoting pages to the effects of the storm.
Local wind velocities reported as follows:
Mt. Tamalpais, 100 miles per hour.
S.F. Airport 78
Farallon Islands, 75
Oleum, 30
Point Reyes 60
Bay Bridge 55
Santa Cruz 75
Point Lobos 55
Oakland Airport 68 (This latter is perhaps the fair-
est measure of probable wind velocity here, as there is nothing
between here and there to obstruct a wind coming from that direction,
as it was--approximately--at the height of the blow.
A little early thrasher song was heard to the N.E.
At 9:30 I looked up Rhody.(48°) He was not in his house,
but soon appeared, bright and dry and placed himself in front of
me, rattling his beak softly in response to my remarks. I had no-
things to give him but worms. These he caught with great skill, re-
trieving quickly all of my bad shots. I went to get him meat and
found he had shifted to the N.W. corner of this place, being guided
by his song, which he began when he heard me calling.
Thrasher song could be heard from Brokenwing's territory
and while I was talking to Rhody, Neo sounded off 250 (?) yards to
the N.E. The song approached. When it was about 25 (?) yards away
in the baccharis on the north slope, I called and Neo came out for
Hamburger and worms. He was shy. His mate soon appeared in the echo
tree nearby, but would not come nearer. Rhody had stopped singing
when I turned my back on him and attended to Neo; but when I turned
to him, came cheerfully for his rations. (Heavily clouded, little
wind; we are in for more rain and will probably break another"record"
for the number of successive days on which rain has fallen!)
11 A.M. Rain beginning to fall heavily.
At 1:30, just after a torrential rain, I went to Neo's
retreat on the south bank and found him there, looking very wet and
meek. He was no longer shy as I thrust my hand into the foliage
near him. He met me more than half way to take worms from my palm.