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by the indistinct spot on his breast and by his nervous twitching manner. The chippy's note is clearer. Just then with a thr-r-r of his wings down flew a big bluejay into a thornapple bush where he ruffled up his feathers and looked at me sharply. He must of thought that I was not dangerous for he flew down and got an acorn and flew to a tree where

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he hammered it out of the shell while watching him I heard the welcome [[underlined]] ker-r-ruck [[/underlined]] of my friend the red-head. I thought some wandering hunter had killed him. Then my attention was again attracted by the bluejay who flew down to a little [[rill?]] and drank like a chicken. Then he flew up in a tree and after wiping his bill flew off well satisfied. Then my