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Sandpit on East st. In Baraboo 7:50A.M.

Mon.7,1902
This morning after breakfast I went up towards the graveyard. Saw a great many Juncos in sandpit. They were very tame.
[[marginalia]]actions[[/marginalia]] They were evidently just beginning to wake up. I stood by one brushpile and watched them come out. 
[[marginalia]] note[[/marginalia]] They would sneak around like mice and then suddenly come out with a note like [[underline]] tsit tsit [[/underline]] and a great flutter of wings. They did not pay much attention to me. 
[[marginalia]] sex [[/marginalia]] They were mostly males and were very quarrelsome. One or two sang a little. 
[[marginalia]] lack of fear[[/marginalia]] They would feed up to within a dozen feet of me. They were continually moving and dashed around like made continually showing the white feather.