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When we first saw the Redtail we thought was a very large crow and did not dicover our mistake until it flew when the crows did. A number of Crows chased it and it mounted so high that they left it. It was the largest I think I ever saw. It was a female by its large size. It sat in the tree facing us with its head drawn down on its shoulders. It appeared rather logy and probably had been feeding on that calf.  

Two male White-breasted Nuthatches were running up and down the tripod over the calf. They spread their tails and talked fight if they got to 

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close to each other. They were getting suet and hiding it in the trees for winter probably.
Across the river from Kapelle's we picked up an old Oriole's nest. It was so strongly woven that we could hardly tear it apart. The twigs that it was fastened to were still in it and were strongly held. It was composed of tough weather- beaten fibers from weeds a year old, horse hair, cow hair, and sheep's wool.  It was mostly made of fibers. I think the reason that it fell was because the twigs broke. It could hardly have been torn from its fastenings.