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March 

March 2, Saturday. 
This morning Mat Engeln and I went over on the Island. It was warm with an overcast sky. It had been warm for two or 3 days. The snow was going off fast. The Nuthatches were singing their [[underlined]] to whery wery wery wery [[/underlined]] in all directions. They were quarreling and jabbering at each other all the time like boys going to fight. They ran along the limbs and jawed with half opened wings and 

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spread tail. 
Heard several Crows in the distance. They uttered harsh guttural caws. Crossed over and went into Hackett's woods. Under one of the trees by the lane were numerous fresh Owl signs. We went along keeping close watch on all the trees. I hooted like a Horned Owl and then like a Barred Owl. As I stopped a large Owl flew up behind us and came along over us snapping its bill loudly. It flew around this one woods all the time