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flitted its wings. The tail nervously expanded like a Meadowlarks. They dressed their feathers. The flew up and lit going straight down suddenly. I went into the marsh. As near as I could see they fed on smartweed seeds.
Then I went home. In Maines woods I picked up a feather from the tail of some hawk - presumably that of the Cooper's Hawk.
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went over across the river. It was cloudy and windy and looked like rain. The birds were very still. As it was going to rain I went over in the farther woods and got under a straw shed.
A red-headed Woodpecker kept to the side of a tree from the wind and looked as though it would be blown off. It was an adult. It stopped raining and I went on. Crossed the Creek and went to the Hemlock