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128 February 16, Saturday. This morning Art Rudy and I went down below Seeley's. Started out A flock of Quails out of a clump of willows. The air was keen and There was a strong north wind. The sky was cloudy and it looked like a storm. Suddenly about 200 small birds flew over calling. We were on the river bank. They lit back of Seeley's. Art went after my glass and I watched them. I saw that they were feeding on ragweed and other seeds. I crouched in a fence corner [[end page]] [[start page]] 129 on the snow and they came up around me. One lit almost within reach and stretched up to look at me. I saw that it was a Lapland Longspurs. The first that I had ever seen. They were quite noisy though their notes were not loud one was like [[underline]]teur [[/underline]]. It had a dull sound. Another was like [[underline]]chit-t-t[[/underline]]. The Prairie Horned Lark were with them to the number of 15. They fought the Longspurs and drove them about. They would fly over over them and jab them in the backs and Then the Longspurs would