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the pine-cones.  I came home and got my glass and on looking that that it was a siskin.  He would run his bill in the crevice of the cone and after working awhile pull out the soft seeds and eat it with relish.  When going from one cone to another it would drop down by the trunk and then flutter out on the branch

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It would hang head down for sometime.

As I heard a tapping noise in a brushpile out by the barn today and in looking saw that it was a chicadee. He had got a sun-flower seed and was pounding the shell off.  He let me get quite close.

The Pine siskins are quite common here now. I hear them everywhere flying around and sitting.