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152 like [[wavy underline]] tsuk [[/wavy underline]]. I approached closer and the one on [[insert]the[[/insert]] ground picked up the sparrow and hopped six or eight feet with it. The other flew down at it and they began to fight. Neither would retreat and they sat back on their tails and began to scream and pick at each other. I was only a short distance off. I tried to catch them but they flew off, the first one seen in the lead and the other chasing it. A woman in the house nearby said that they had been fighting all day. The sparrow had been dead some time for it was stone-cold. A male Sparrow lit in a [[end page]] [[start page]] 153 tree to see what the matter was. It jerked its tail excitedly. I saw where the Sparrow had been caught. Two Sparrows had lit in the snow. They hopped together and began to feed. Then near one track was the faint impression of wings. Near the other a blurred impression with two large tracks near it. I took the following description of the Shrikes. Back and crown ashy; black line through eye to ear; primaries and secondaries black; secondaries and tertials edged with white; tertials edged to scapulars; tail, black, graduated; outer tail feathers white on under side, inner feathers black.