Bethel, Maine.
1902.
January 3.
  Clear and cold with moderate N.W. wind.
  Immediately after breakfast the Doctor and I, with
several of the ladies of the household, took a walk on snow
shoes in the woods below the house. As we were passing under
some tall gray birches the call of a Chickadee attracted our
attention to five of these birds which, in company with a
goodly number of Lesser Redpolls, were clustered in the tops
of two of the trees directly over our heads. They were all
feeding on the birch seeds which were scattered in showers
over the surface of the snow about us. I counted twenty-two
Redpolls of which only two were fully adult (i.e. rosy-breasted)
males.
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