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Perisoreus canadensis.
1889. Maine.
J. Umbagog.
On the morning of our last day at this camp my men put a cover on a large box from which the Jays had been accustomed to take their food for a day or two previously, propping up this cover or lid with a stick. When the Jays appeared, they eyed the cover very suspiciously, hopping around and examining it closely from every side. For After nearly an hour, they would not enter the box, but by noon they were going in and out as freely as usual. The men then attached a string to the supporting stick, carrying it into one of the tents, while the Jays were absent. When the birds returned, they at once noticed this slight addition and again showed much suspicion, examining the string closely and even tweaking it with their bills. In fact another hour elapsed before any of them would enter the box. Finally the odd bird which arrived at the camp last as already mentioned, jumped in and was captured. He was immediately transferred to a cage which had been prepared for him beforehand and put in the back part of one of the tents. Shortly afterwards the pair returned, but they seemed to suspect that something was wrong, for they would not come near the box during the early part of the afternoon. At the last moment as we were taking our things down to the boats however, one of them went into the box, and was also caught. Upon being placed in the cage with our first captive, he at once attacked it so viciously that I was afraid that they would kill one another, and we were obliged to separate them. Both of them moped for an hour or two, sitting with feathers ruffled, eyes closed and breathing hard as if they were on the point of dying; but after this they seemed to become reconciled and began ~~to eat~~ truly taking food from our fingers without apparent fear. In one way they showed a greater wisdom than any wild bird which I have ever before sea captured and confined, namely: after a careful and thorough inspection of the cage, during which they pecked at the bars and tried every crack or opening, they gave up all attempts to escape, never afterwards trying the strength of their prison in any way. It was evident to my mind that they satisfied themselves that they couldn't get out, and were philosophical enough to accept the situation.
On the afternoon of the next day, I let them out of their cage in a room at the hotel, and one of them, and one of them flew from the bed to my wrist, perching on it and