Bethel, Maine.
1902.
January 5.
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one flitting about a pile of logs in an opening.
  As we rounded a bend in the road we caught a glimpse of a
Pileated Woodpecker just disappearing around the next bend
beyond. Stealing silently on we soon heard him tapping among
some dense young evergreen trees. I imitated the sound by
striking the palms of my hollowed hands lightly together and
above the surface of the snow giving us a clear view of his
black and white plumage and flashing scarlet crest before he
caught sight of us and turned back into the woods.
  At the lumber camps half a mile further on we heard
another Log Cock hammering and shouting among some large yellow
birches on a hillside. There were also a number of Canada
Nuthatches immediately about the camps.
  On our way back we came upon a pair of Pine Grosbeaks
among some low, dense alders. The male was a superb fellow,
as deep rose red as any that I have ever seen. Both birds
kept close together, flitting from place to place among the
alders, frequently alighting on some soft, yellowish-colored 
ice at which they pecked industriously evidently in the hope
of getting at the water beneath. The finding of this solitary
pair of Grosbeaks interested me greatly for I suspect that
they were local birds whose summer home is on some of the
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