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168 the weeds. The Woodpeckers and Chicadees do not come to feed much now except when it turns a little colder. This morning only a single Hairy came. He was feeding in the big maple and caught his foot in a string. Instead of fluttering or becoming frightened he simply twisted his foot until it came loose and then went on feeding. After breakfast I started for the Hemlocks. Song and Tree Sparrows were as usual thick in the Old Pasture. Heard a Mourning Dove coo [[end page]] [[start page]] 169 across the river but could not locate it. Farther on I heard another and saw two. The note had a curious ventriloquial effect seeming not to come from the tree above me and now from one or the other of several across the river. A White-rumped Shrike flew over calling [[underline]] qzt[[/underline]] like a young Vesper Sparrow. I saw my first one last year on the same day. Across the river from the Hemlocks I sat down to watch the birds. Saw some Crows sitting around in the pines. They seemed very quiet and I could not see what they were doing.