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it was the Shrike feeding on the Sparrow, and not peaceably with 

 him on bread crumbs. After this the Mockingbird went daily for 

 its food to this neighbor, Mrs. Thomas Haskell, of Bowdoin street, 

 until spring. I saw the ])ird January 20th, and in several short 

 flights had a fine opportunity to observe the white markings on 

 wings'and tail. February 7th it came again, and this time I feared 

 for its life, for two cats were watching it eagerly, and it seemed 

 absolutely without fear, flying low and alighting on a rose bush 

 at one time. On February 8th, a neighbor, and an authority on 

 birds, telephoned to ask if I had heard the Mockingbird sing, and 

 said that she heard him that morning. This was the first time I heard 

 of his singing, although he may have begun earlier. His song 

 then was low and sweet, but grew daily fuller and richer, and when 

 I first heard him, about ten days later, he was in full voice. It was 

 his custom to give daily morning recitals from seven or a little later 

 to ten or eleven. I did not hear of his singing in the afternoon, at 

 any time. Mrs. Haskell made his diet more attractive as she 

 realized what a distinguished vocalist she was entertaining, and 

 although I spread most alluring meals promiscuously about on my 

 hedge and trees and vines, he never came to partake of them. After 

 each severe storm, we bird lovers in the neighborhood anxiously 

 waited for tidings of the bird's safety, thinking it would be a miracle 

 if he survived ; but he came safely through our severe winter. I 

 read during the winter that a Mockingbird had spent the previous 

 winter in Roshndale, Mass., and that when spring came he went 

 away and found a mate and came back to his winter haunts and 

 raised a family. I hoped our Mockingbird would do the same. As 

 spring came on he was seen less and less in the winter haunts, but 

 moved over into the hedge on the Brown estate, on Vaughan street, 

 and later to the vacant lot, corner Carroll and Chadwick streets. It 

 was here that I last saw him, on April 17th, having a lively scrap 

 with a Robin. On May 4th, I heard him singing, but did not see 

 him, and although I sought him in evdty possible place, I neither 

 saw nor heard him again. I hope some member of our Society may 

 be able to take up the story here and finish it. 



