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branch on the ground and from thence to the earth itself where it hopped around and fed. If I made a slight movement it would hop on to the branch and watch me restlessly for a few minutes. Its back showed very light colored but its breast was too heavily streaked for the Mealy Redpoll for which I at first took it.

Went on across the bridge and towards the Hemlocks. From the Hidden Trail I watched and listened to Song and Tree Sparrow across the river. The song of the latter seemed to fit in well [[end page]]
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with the place especially upon a background of Junco notes. It had a wild ringing quality which marked it from the other. Juncoes sputtered and fought through the woods on either side of me.

Suddenly a small bird flew to the ground about six feet away. I saw it was a Red-breasted Nuthatch and during the next three quarters of an hour I gained my first real sight of the bird's life. The others recorded at various times meant only a voice or an short sight of the bird itself. It was an ideal place for the bird I should imagine that