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Maine's Woods 9:05 A.M. Feb. 1, 1902 This morning Art Rudy and I were down in the fields. [[marginalia]] perch [[/marginalia]] When we were still some distance from Maine's Woods we could see a Northern Shrike perched on the top most spray of the large white elm. It seemed to sit on the very end of the branch. When we were a few rods off we stopped and watched it. [[marginalia]] attitude [[/marginalia]] It kept its feathers puffed out and its tail stuck out nearly straight behind. [[marginalia]] actions [[/marginalia]] It turned its head in all directions. I squeeked like a mouse and it looked at us intently. Then it made a dash into Volls woods but got nothing. Then it flew south and in a minute a flock of Pine Siskins came from that way. [[marginalia]] food [[/marginalia]] Afterwards we found a mouse leg.