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December 30, Tuesday.

Today I was over by the mouth of the slough. A small Owl flew out of a willow bush into a large tree from whence no amount of sticks could scare it. It was a Screech Owl in the Red Phase. It sat there looking around not seeming in the least bit afraid. I threw a stick up to within six inches of it but it only looked at me. Finally, it flew from one tree to another, across the river and then over towards fourth Slough. Once it lit about a foot above my head.

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1903

January

January 11, Sunday.

I think that at least one Chickadee lives in Mrs Russel's Norway Spruces. Every time I go out in the barn I am greeted with a [[underlined]]seety seety[[/underlined]] and if I watch long enough am sure to see a flutter of wing against the dark needles. It come over to the little elm in the back yard for suet and sunflower seeds and