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Picoides arcticus.
1871. Maine (Lake Umbagog).
June 3- Three specimens taken. One which I shot June 14
14. was hammering at the prostrate trunk in a windfall on
the shore of the Lake. The tapping roll of this species
is different from that of the Yellow-bellied Woodpecher.
1873.
July 31. Found an adult male with a young in first plumage
feeding among the stubs on the bank of the River below
the house.
Sept. 7. Saw one and heard several others in the dense arbor-
vitae woods bordering the shores of Richardson Lake.
" 22. The ordinary cry of this species is indistinguisha-
ble from the chuck of the common ground squirrel. Heard
several to-day.
1874.
July 31. Shot three, one a young bird on Cambridge River.
Aug. 10. A young female shot had a good sized yellow patch on
the crown.
1876.
May 26. Three specimens shot, one behind the house, two on
the path of the Stone Farm. One was a female which evi-
dently would not have laid for the at least two weeks.
" 30. A pair shot the female of which has already laid sever-
al eggs. This Woodpecker is by far the most active and
energetic species that I know. Its strokes on the
tree-trunks are peculiarly powerful, its general bearing
expressive of vigor and energy.
" 31. A female shot to-day would evidently not have laid
for several weeks.
1879.
June 4. A nest near the bank of Cambridge River with young
uttering the querulous chatter common to all young Wood-
peckers. Both parents were feeding them. About three
minutes usually elapsed between the departure of one and
the return of the other. As the male emerged from the
hole his coal black head and yellow crown presented a
fine appearance. Once he seemed suspicious of my pres-
once, clinging against the trunk of the tree and twist-
ing his body about incessantly. After leaving the spot
I heard him calling continuously for sometime, running
the usual kluck into a harsh, rolling clamor that I have
never heard before. The hole was a very neat one about
the size of that made by the Hairy Woodpecker. It was in