Neo calls me? Although he had been silent before, he called in loud, misival phrases when I left. Thinking this might be a call for more worms, I went back and gave him more. Again I walked away, and again he called loudly and I went back and gave him more worms. I now stood and waited. He called again once and I left without offering worms. He remained silent, except for low talk presumably to his mate, al- though I did not see her. I now went down to see if Rhody had sought shelter in his house, but he had not. About 2:30 I drove past Rhody's roost tree. He was now sit- ting on the bank below it. In a half hour, I passed again. He was sunning himself half way up the roost tree--a rare place for him. I spoke to him but he did not respond. About 3 o'clock I parked the car about 100 feet from the roost tree, got out, approached the tree and exhibited the red box. He sailed down to meet me on the sidewalk immediately, ate the mouse, then went up the bank. I went back and sat in the car to watch him. He now came down the bank and out into the street as if to come to the car, but a passing auto caused him to retreat, and I drove away. I had gained the impression that he really had wanted another mouse, so on my return home a half hour later I resolved to test this interpretation of his behavior. Ac- cordingly I went down the "inside passage" with a mouse in the red box. R was not to be seen. Calling produced no results. Finally I spotted him in a new tree, for him, and called. No response, other than to look at me. I now showed the red box. He began to fidget, dropped down, pushed through the thicket and came for his mouse. No ritual--he ate it at once. It will be seen that, during the past few days, with increas- ing song there has been a decreasing tendency for him to allow weather conditions to influence his movements. Feb. 11th. (7:06 sunrise, Sunset 5:43). Rain all night and r aining incessantly this morning still. (11 A.M.). This is the 16th. successive day on which rain has fal- len; according to the papers, breaking all-time records, the previous one established in February 1936, itself an all-time record. Neo, rain soaked, sings full- song. At 10 A.M. (raining heavily and steadily) I went out to find Neo, who had not been heard. There was neither sight nor sound of him at his usual "home" resort. But, in about 5 minutes, he was heard to call loudly from there as I was raking leaves out of the drains nearby. I went to his place and called; soon he came out, the wettest looking thrasher I have ever seen. He was given a lot of worms and he then retired to the thick growth to resume his song. At 11 A.M. he was still at it. We have here an example of "singing in the rain" par excellence. He was so wet that his skin could be seen through his feathers at places, particularly about the neck. His mate was not seen. At 11:35 he was found in the orchard and came for meat and worms. Another thrasher, thought to be his mate (as he talked to her) was in the pine near the fig tree. He and this bird sang respon- sively. Song of more than one thrasher was coming from Brokenwing's domain. While I was entertaining the thrashers I sent Julio down to look up Rhody. Although it was still raining Rhody was out on the lot. (Again illustrating his present disregard of the elements). He would take neither meat nor mouse, and tore off in one of his circus- es through the bushes. This seemed a good time to see if it made any difference to him who offered food, so I went down into the brush