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trill that he accents on the end as if glad it was 
done. 
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Te = ka— te - ka, — te ~ka- te = ka =teek’. 
One morning as I was watching a young hairy 
woodpecker, the solicitude of a redstart diverted 
me. Keeping up a nervous, worried cry, she eyed 
‘me from all sides, and when I moved, followed 
me in such a significant way that when I had 
looked through the crotches for her nest without 
finding it, I concluded the young were out. Fa- 
ther Redstart, —a young male with the scarlet 
just appearing on the sides of his breast, — mean- 
while, showed about as much paternal anxiety as 
Mr. Indigo on similar occasions. Suddenly I es- 
pied one of the baby birds, a wee scrawny, gray 
thing, sitting on the dead branch of a fallen tree. 
As I came near him, his mother’s terror was piti- 
ful. She flew about as if distraught ; now trying 
to draw me away, she cried out and fluttered her 
wings beseechingly; then, finding that I still kept 
looking toward the little fellow, she flew down be- 
tween us and tried to lure me off. I was very 
anxious to see if she would “ trail,” and so was 
merciless. Walking toward her trembling bird I 
raised my hand as if to take him, at the same 
time glancing over at her — behold! she was try- 
ing another device — assuming indifference, as if 
divining that my interest in her was greater than 
