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hangs out on a tree near the house two or three meat bones, 

 which are a perfect feast for Nuthatches, Downy Woodpeckers 

 and Chickadees, and judging from the time they spent working 

 at these bones, it seemed their entire food was thus obtained. 

 At one time a Chickadee monopolized one bone, a Downy an- 

 other, and a Nuthatch sat on the fence close by for half an hour 

 waiting his turn. Every day the birds tugged at these bones, 

 and the supply was kept up as long as the cold weather lasted. 

 Many a farmer and his famil}', it was said, pay similar atten- 

 tion to the birds in winter. 



On another visit to Mt. Pocono, November 26, 1903, there 

 had been considerable cold weather, and on this day the ther- 

 mometer was down to 6°, a stiff breeze blowing, and the ice on 

 the lake six inches thick. But on a birch tree over an open 

 pool, just below the falls, sat a Kingfisher, watching his chance 

 for innocent trout. On the following March 25th, before the 

 snow and ice had disappeared, there sat the Kingfisher on 

 almost the same branch as though he had been there all winter. 



On a tree close to the house, I watched at close range a Nut- 

 hatch pick up a chestnut from the ground, carry it a few feet up 

 the trunk of a chestnut tree, deliberately jam it in behind a 

 projecting piece of bark and then hammer away at it mitil lie 

 had opened it, when little by little he devoured the contents -y 

 if it became loose he would pick it up and give it another jam. 

 Once when he dropped it, he walked all the way down the trunk 

 out onto the ground and back up the tree to repeat the opera- 

 tion. All the while I was standing within a few feet of him. 



On November 24 and 25, 1906, there was no snow on the 

 ground, but there had been ten inches earlier in the month, and 

 almost zero weather. It was cold and windy, and to my sur- 

 prise a Ruby-crowned Kinglet hopped out on the edge of a hem- 

 lock but a few feet in front of me, showed me his crown, and 

 pounded his double chat. 



Blue Jays were most numerous, more than I ever saw before 

 at Mt. Pocono, and they were seen eating chestnuts, cracking 

 them and devouring them on the ground. 



As I walked past Wiscasset Pool, a Barred Owl, the first I 

 had seen since 1883, peered at me from a maple branch over- 



