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and its grayish back seemed so smooth and glossy. Once I got behind a tree and came up to within a couple of feet of it as it sat on the end of the log. It did not seem to realize my presence at all. Every white object was pulled from the crevices of the bark and I thought to myself that I would hate to have to make a meal after it.

Occasionially when it reached more open portions it would fly back to the cliff above the river but I found it again easily each time. Once when it was on a patch of Pine Needles a Bluejay gave an alarm note and it staid
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still watching above it for two or three minutes. This seemed to be where it looked for danger, above. The last I saw of it, it was peering around a tree trunk at me calling in its thin nasal tone [[underline]] yank yank yank yank [[/underline]]. It seemed to me to be about half as big as a White-breasted. Its [[underline]] ick [[/underline]] was exactly like that of its cousin.
March. 18, Wednesday.
This morning when I got up I heard a familiar [[underline]] tseel [[/underline]] and following it up found my first Fox Sparrow of the year. It must have stopped over during