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oak branches, conscious that I had performed a good job
job completely and thoroughly and that there would be no need
for more food for some time. However, there was a rustling
overhead and a loud: "Whit' you, too-whit-you, whit, whit!" right
over my head. Brown-eyes had spotted me, saw me about to escap
and undoubtedly had flown after me and the call was meant for m
me to stand and deliver, for there she was hopping down to me
from branch to branch when I stopped. She once more accumulate:
a full load of ten or a dozen worms and set out for the nest
again. From first to last this probably took about 20 minutes.
As I finally retreated, a Russet-backed thrush was singing its
spiritual lay from the vicinity of the cherry tree. That littl
tree would be bare now if it had not held an enormous crop for e
so small a tree. Beside the birds already listed as feeding
upon it, the robins are now taking the fruit th their young
and it has also withstood assaults from the thrush, the orioles
(not seen this morning) the song sparrow and the Anna and Allen
Hummers. This tree is a prize, mxxk and I shall have to
honor it by decorating it with "boughten" cherries thus extendi:
its career of usefulness. It is the best bait I have had yet. d
The thrashers ignore it.
At 10:00 I entered the glade and sat in comfort in the cabin.
Brown-eyes, outside the glade, standing on one foot, saw me
enter and made little "Churks". I ignored her entirely, not
even speaking to her. She sauntered over to me and began
preening in the warm sun xatxmxxt, about two feet from the
right toe of my left foot, my left leg, being crossed over the right.
She also was perfectly at ease and seemed only to want company,
as she did not look up at the worm box which I held in one
hand on my knee. After a good toilet she reached over and
pecked thtoe of my left shoe several times and was about to