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milk
weed. [[insert]] seeds. [[/insert]] When I pumped the water a little white breasted Nuthatch sat on a limb of the dead tree and watched me. He said [[squiggly underline]] ery-ery-ery [[/underline]] as if was spring. When I went in he was there again. This time he went down to the suet and hung head down to get it. varying this with a hunt for grubs.
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Feb. 2, Friday
This morning two

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White-breasted Nuthatches came One went to the little elm and the other to The dead tree for suet. The last named would get right down and hammer at the suet so hard and fast that his tail and wings would flop wildly round. The other did not hit so hard. While stopping to rest they gave a thin nasal note like [[squiggly underline]] ak-ak. [[/underline]] The one in the live elm