1901.
June 16
(No. 2)
  In the dense pine woods to the northward of
Pulpit Rock I heard a Blackburnian warbling Warbler singing
and saw two Hairy Woodpeckers. The latter seemed
to be a pair of old birds and they acted as if they
had young near by for they flew excitedly around
me uttering the tchick call, the Kingfisher-like
rattle and a single abrupt staccato note almost 
exactly like that given by the Rose-breasted Grosbeak
when it is anxious for the safety of its young.
There are a number of large, dead white pines in 
these woods and the male Hairy was pecking at
the trunk of one of them when I first saw him.
  In the afternoon I walked to Davis's Hill seeing 
nothing there of any interest.
  At evening I crossed the Barrett meadow and
strolled slowly through the oak and chestnut woods
beyond. Twilight was falling and Vireos and
Oven birds were singing on every side. I started
several large birds from the tops of the trees
but the light was so poor and the foliage so dense
that I could not make out what they were at
first. Finally one returned and alighted directly
over me when I saw that it was a Crow. It
hopped from branch to branch until it found a
sheltered place under some dense leaves where it
settled itself evidently for the night. I did not
know before that Crows ever roosted in deciduous
trees. There must have been at least half-a-
dozen in these woods.
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