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Pfannstiehl's yard in Baraboo 7:45 A.M.

April 11,1902
This morning I was over by Pfannstiehl's when I heard a queer song coming from the thick lower branches of a small Spruce. 
[[marginalia]] song [[/marginalia]] It was a queer sweet song; rapid and high in tone like a whistle with a few lower harsh notes as an undercurrent.  It was a Bluejay.  
[[marginalia]] actions [[/marginalia]]  Hopping around excitedly with spread tail and drooping wings.  When it saw me the song ceased and the bird flew to another tree and sang.  My nearer approach frightened it again and it kept still.  It was alone and seemed a queer illustration of the mating fever.

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