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April 5, Sunday.

This morning there was a Junco out by the Barn. It sang and between trills gave call-notes. There were several scattered males around feeding in the lane and in front of the Barn.

Those Song Sparrows were still trying to run each other out of the ditch but they did not seem to take offense as easily at each other now. They fed in between fights. Two females were feeding in the weeds and I think that the males will soon become reconciled to each other.

Watched a Flicker feeding on the ground for a while.

A Sparrow Hawk chased a Marsh Hawk swiftly across the sky.

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5.

April 7, Tuesday.

This in Baraboo the Mourning Doves were mating. The males flew around with a slow labored flapping flight with loudly whistling wings. Several cooed at once. Occasionally one sailed along with wings set and swooped down through the trees like one of the smaller hawks.

The Flickers were looking at the old hole over in Langdons where they nested last year. The male danced up and down the limb before the female with spread wings and drooping tail. He held his head as high as possible and jerked it back and forth rapidly  giving a note like [[underline]]rick-ah rick-ah[[/underline]]