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October 27, Sunday.

This morning it was sharp and frosty. About seven o'clock. Along the river were great flocks of Tree Sparrows. They were tame and allowed me to approach closely. A few Juncoes that were with them were more timorous and gave the kissing note incessantly. They sang a little and fed on the ground. When two approached too near each other a chase through the bushes was the result. The cold did not seem to affect them in the least. They seemed to feel that I was not part of the Landscape and kept working farther and farther away until all were

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gone except two Juncoes who kept up a vigourous chipping while I was in sight. The Tree Sparrows kept up their notes all the time. A little later one of them sang in response to the call of a goldfinch.

Saw a number of Rusty Blackbirds flying around. The called vigorously and were spread out over a considerable distance. One in the distance kept up a song in answer to the others. It was like [[wavy underline]] chip le Kur ku lee [[/wavy underline]] given in much the same tone as the Redwing's song. In a flock that I saw later were three or four Redwings.