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kept up a running undertone of songs and scolding notes from which the songs of the Fox Sparrows who occasionally sang in concert stood out in bold releif: The Juncoes gave a hissing note like [[underline]]ss[[/underline]]

I lay down in the sun by Phoebe Creek and soon noticed the Crows sitting around in the Hemlocks near the Cabin again. I suspected at once that there was an Owl there but lay still for a while in an endeavor to locate it. Then, I heard a low remonstrating [[underline]]whoo hoo whoo hoo[[/underline]] which established its identity as a Barred Owl. I was not
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the only one interested however. two three Chicadees scolded and whistled around but kept well undercover as some Bluejays who were as quiet as the Crows. A Red-bellied Woodpecker sat on a dead stub and called angrily at the Owl. Suddenly the small birds scattered and the Crows flew off swiftly in sharp zigzags. They were frightened at a Red-tailed Hawk which slanted swiftly down and lit in the tree with a subdued note. His curiosity however was soon satified and he flew off letting his feet hang until