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I started for a walk intending to stay all the forenoon and to end at the Hemlock Bluffs. I Fiske's pasture three Meadowlark flew up from a sheltered weedy shale and flew without a sound to a big oak. A cloud of dead leaves torn off by the wind came out towards like messengers to welcome them. Four others flew out of a similar situation and joined them. One tried to light in a bunch of leaves but failed and turning lit on the fence post.

By the edge of Bunnels pasture were a number of Juncoes and a few Purple Finches.

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The Finches of course were singing and the Juncoes fought with them but without advantage to either side.

Heard a Red-bellied Woodpecker and tried to watch it but did not succeed very well. It was in a tree and hitched up higher giving the notes which had called my attention to it. It looked at me rather suspiciously I thought and finally flew off to some other woods.

I sat down by the big maple to try my notes. A Hairy Woodpecker lit above. He hit the tree a number of times with his beak and it sounded