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Near Rob Dickies 7:30 A.M. 

April 21, 1902 
This morning Mother and I drove to Baraboo.  A male Meadowlark lit on a post by the road.  
[[marginalia]] size [[/marginalia]]  He looked very big beside his mate on the next post but it was probably because he puffed his breast out.  The female called a little anxiously but did not seem afraid.  
[[marginalia]] singing [[/marginalia]]  He turned his breast towards and sang with an open bill that looked like a pair of shears.