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it flew a little ways. It scratched its head frequently and I thought at first that it was blind but it was not so. It kept up a continual feeding call. Then it flew across the river and we went on. We saw no old ones at all I judge they have been killed because they feed their young until they are older than this one.

About 40 rods farther on I heard another and looking over the fence into Bill Lyon's pasture I saw two more of exactly the same size as the first.

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They kept close together and begged each other for food. Once one jumped on the other back and slid off over its head In an effort to keep the lead. One was more wary than the other and kept that one alarmed. Finally I slipped my cap over one and picked it up. It lay passive in my hand and let me stroke its head. Then it flew away and went to feeding again. It lay perfectly still while in my hand with out spread wings as though petrified.

At the Hemlocks there were