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spruce thickets on a high ridge of Chocorua T came across a 

 pair of Blackpoll Warblers. They were much excited by the 

 Owl and joined with Juncos and White-throats in prolonged 

 complaining at his presence. A White-winged Crossbill, flying 

 by at the moment, alit and looked us over, but was apparently 

 not at all interested in Puffy. 



Another bird which never showed any special emotion on 

 seeing the Owl, no matter what the season, was the Scarlet 

 Tanager. As a rule it took no notice of the Owl's presence. 

 Cedarbirds were similarly indifferent even when the Owl was 

 near their nests or young. 



Crows and Blue Jays showed great hatred of the Owl. In the 

 late summer the Jays prowled about in considerable flocks. By 

 'squeaking' I could draw them near enough to see the Owl, 

 and then the harshest and most violent kind of bird abuse would be 

 poured out on Pu fly's head. Jays certainly have a broad 

 knowledge of profanity. The Crows were scarcely less demon- 

 strative ; circling low over the Owl, they made the woods ring 

 with their angry clamor. I found that I could attract them by 

 hooting like my pets. 



As a rule the Hawks cared little for the Owl. I shot one young 

 Cooper's Hawk near its nest because my calling and the Owl's 

 moving about induced the creature to fly up, tree by tree, until 

 within range. On Jul}' 23 while 'squeaking' I was astonished 

 to see an Accipiter velox make a dash at Puffy, scaring him into 

 his stump-like condition of plumage and attitude. I continued 

 to 'squeak', and the Hawk flew straight at my head, grazed my 

 face, and lit near by. Soon a second came, but was more wary. 

 I amused myself with them for half an hour, and again on another 

 day a week later. On no other occasion do I remember a Hawk's 

 taking any notice of Puffy, although in many instances he has be- 

 trayed their presence by his change of shape and expression. 

 Once while walking with him along the shore of Chocorua Lake 

 he changed his whole appearance in the twinkling of an eye, and 

 as I turned to follow his gaze I saw an Eagle strike the water 

 near by, dashing the foam high into the air. 



About sunset on August 12, 1889, I heard a Barred Owl hoot- 

 ing near a small lake close to the foot of Chocorua. Two of us 

 set out at once with guns and reached the crest of a kame near 

 the lake just as the moon rose. After waiting quietly until weary, 



