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while in flight, both having the Robin-like appearance, which the 



more slender Cedar Bird does not have. 



The Bohemian Waxwings, which left us January 3rd, arrived 



again to-day. The weather is raw and rainy, and the Bohemians 



are keeping up an incessant metallic trill. 



Clarence H. Clark. 

 Lubec, Feb. 6, 1909. 



Bird Notes from IvUbec. — The American Goldfinch and 

 Snow Bunting were here just before census week, but I could not 

 find them for record during that period. 



I was much interested in finding the Meadowlark with us 

 again on October 9th, which is exactly two years from the date 

 when the last record was made in 1906, and both records were for 

 the same heath at South lyubec, a single bird in each case. 



Most every winter brings a different "bird of prey" in abun- 

 dance. Two years ago the Snowy Owls were thicker than Partridges. 

 Last winter most every gunner brought in a Goshawk, and this win- 

 ter it is the Great Horned Owl, several specimens having been 

 brought in. 



Clarence H. Clark. 



lyUbec, Jan. 15, 1909. 



Mockingbird in Winter. — I am taking this way of telling 

 you the latest news of our strange bird visitant, the Mockingbird. 

 I have seen it occasionally and heard of it in the neighborhood 

 often. Last Sunday morning, about eight o'clock, it flew again to 

 the hedge near the window. A cat was making frantic endeavor to 

 get at it, and while I studied the bird, noting for the first time its 

 almost yellow iris, Mrs. H. tried to "shoo" the cat away without 

 frightening the birds; when it flew the white in the tail showed 

 remarkably well, also on the primaries. The bird was about here 

 for at least three-quarters of an hour, although a second cat ap- 

 peared, and the two were plainly anticipating a great delicacy for 

 breakfast. Their greedy attention did not seem to disturb the bird. 

 Miss S. said she saw the Mockingbird Saturday forenoon, on 

 Spring street, eating mountain ash and bittersweet berries, and 

 again Monday, on the hedge of the Brown estate, on Vaughan street, 

 and at this time it sang a little song, or not exactly a song, but 

 twitter in the throat. vShe heard it distinctly and several times. 



Elizabeth W. Russell. 

 Portland, Feb. 3, 1909. 



