1621 At about 4:30 three callers (Miss. Anderson and sisters) came especially to see Rhody. I got them to park in their car by the west lot, then went in search of that animal. I thought it was a hopeless job, but Rhody came out to his post on call, down the bank to me at the car and took his mouse there. He carried the mouse away, performed a little ritual and disappeared. My reputation was saved. At 4:58 he jumped to his firat position in the ladder-tree. At 5:22 he jumped to the roost tree. At 5:24 he settled in his bunk. No wind and no rain. Perhaps the storm is over. Feb. 15th. (Sunrise 7:01, sunset 5:48). No rain apparently during the night and the morning showed alternating sun and light cloud. Rhody's new mating cycle rapidly devel- opling its pattern. At about 8:30 A.M. Rhody's song was being heard frequently at the north side of the house. It moved from place to place and, at 9:30, he was singing from a shrub between the apricot and the fig. He wanted no food from me. He was intent upon less mundane affairs. In a few minutes he began to wander from point to point again, climbing trees which would give him outlooks to various points of the compass, using rattle- boos almost to the exclusion of his coo-song. Several times he came to me as if seeking food, but each time he passed close with scarcely audible coot, coot, coots, and passed on to some other place suiting the fancy of the moment. I was not always able to keep in touch with him, so rapid and wide were his excursions, and sometimes lost him for several minutes. For the most part, however, he kept within the property lines; one exception being when I found him in the street in front of the Scammells'. (From there he was chased home by the McCulloughs' fox-terrier). I now lost him until he sailed down from the eucalyptus clump in which he recently roosted for a time. He now headed for the cage (which he has been neglecting) and, on the way, picked up a leafy twig and presented it at the mir- or. (First time in many months). I went to him, talked to him there, then walked toward the tool-house followed closely by him, and gave him a mouse. (11:40 A.M., calm, hazy, 50°). Now followed the complete unfolding (for the first time this season) of his looking--for--a--mate--with--a--mouse pattern. The mouse was received with profound bows, hroos and violent tail-waggings. He then headed for the cage, bowing, etc., to "every- thng" en route. He went into the cage entry, repeated his ritual there; next to the mirror for 10 minutes of devotions. Now followed 5 minutes standing perfectly quietly back to the mirror "thinking". It was as if he were at a loss as to his further course. Sooner or later, I felt certain, the mouse would have to be presented at the Scamell dining-room windows, so when I lost him for a few minutes, I went down there. Tommy-Leo, the white cat, only ten feet from Rhody, was sneaking up on him on the opposite side of a thick bush and the bird seemed unaware of his presence. The cat bolted on seeing me. (Rhody is now so ingenious in his relations with fellow creatures -- for which I suppose I am to blame, that I fear he will, some day, offer a mouse to that cat). Now followed a march along the street until he came to the edge of the McCullough dog-zone. I went along to protect him. The dogs charged him and R hurried home. In just 55 minutes from his re- ceiving the mouse, he was again paying his respects to the mirror, then at various at the wire. I could not see that the plover was observed by him; but it may have been. At 12:40, for the first time, since this observation began, he was seen to sun his back. He had