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hunted around with Chicadee like notes and occasionally sang. The Whole west slope of the East Bluff was covered with Juncoes. They made a fairly loud rustling noise as they fed among the leaves and their notes and song made a rippling undertone like that of running water to the songs of the other birds.

Several Phoebe were calling and Flycatching. They were in the tops of the tallest trees which struck me as a little strange.

Two Crows flew over about five hundred feet up cawing 
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loudly.

Two Tree Sparrows flew into the thornapples near Phoebe Creek where I was lying. I could hear other singing across the river. These two flew down onto the long sodden grass at the edge of the Creek and began to feed on what they could pick up. I thought at first that they came to bathe.

When I started the Winter Wren started up in front of me and I followed it around for awhile. There seems to be only the one here. It [[underline]]chimp[[/underline]]ed at me and scolded harshly on the wings as it flew short distances