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They walked along in a hurried manner, picking at the grass each one trying to be first. One was some distance behind the main flock and saw me and gave the alarm. The flew into an elm above me with notes like [[squiggly underline]] Kwut Kwut [[/underline]] and the usual [[squiggly underline]] chuck [[/underline]]. Then the first one gave the alarm again and they flew away. There were ten of them.
By Muskrat creek I climbed a tree and sat down. Two White-breasted Nuthatches fussed and talked to each other across the river and then flew into my tree. They hunted around and called sociably to each other

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One had a piece of suet probably from that cow. It tried one crevice of the bark with it but that did not suit and so it pulled it out and put it in another It was trying to hide it. It hammered it down and then nibbled it a little to see if it was tight. Then it picked off a tiny bit of bark and hammered it down over it and then left satisfied.

Question: Do they ever get things hidden like this again?

After the sun went down the Juncoes flew into Hackett's Marsh to roost in a straggling flock. There were about 25 of them. They flew from the fields where they had been feeding to a fallen