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Occasionally it came up on top of a log or stone to look at me. It bowed and bobbed jerked as if it was a bit of mechanism instead of a bird. It stood up very high on its legs. One it came around a log, saw me, crept silently back and then began to scold. It crawled up the sides of logs and into all sorts of holes rarely using its wings except to fly a short distance to fresh cover scolding as it went. It was about as restless a little as I have seen for quite a while. It must take a lot of food to run it for twenty-four hours.
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A Hairy Woodpecker was busy picking a log to pieces and I stopped to watch him. He was prying off the bark for the Angleworms underneath it. It was a rotten log and was full of them. When I scared him off to examine it he lit one a tree and waited for me leave. I stood by hoping that he would come back but it showed no disposition to do so. He rubbed his head one the tree and then looked intently at some object in the middle distance. My Patience gave in first and I went on.