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In Voll's Woods.  9:25 A.M.

Feb. 16, 1902
This morning it was snowing a little though the sun shone.
[[marginalia]] song [[/marginalia]]  The Whitebreasted Nuthatches were singing quaint songs through their noses.  One that I watched kept talking to himself all the time.
[[marginalia]] actions [[/marginalia]]  He scolded me vigorously several times.  His mate paid no attention to him.