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124 marred by the harsh notes mingled with it. The main body flew in a loose formation and stragglers followed a short distance behind. The shape of the flock continually changed and undulated as though with waves. About ten oclock Jim Seeley and I went down by the Plum Orchard. A calf had been butchered here and about 25 Crows had gathered to feed on the refuse. They had a sentinel posted in a large tree which was also occupied by a Red-Tailed Hawk. When we were about fifteen rods off [[end page]] [[start page]] 125 it sounded the alarm with a few low [[wavy underline]]caws[[/wavy underline]]. Then Jim climbed onto a fence post to get a better view and they all flew. A number of them lit over in Lyon's Woods. We sat down by the river and every little while a scout would fly out circle over us and go back. Pretty soon three lit in a tree across the river. Another scout came over and circled back without moving its wings. The leader farther over called [[wavy underline]]cah cah cah cah[[/wavy underline]]and two flew over to him. One of those left called and the leader answered and the remaining two left. He was evidently calling them in.