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Great Blue 
Heron 
Lilolden’s Meadows was alive with Crows, walking about 
feeding. I counted fifty. They reminded me of the Rooks in 
England, Every little while a few would rise and start off 
southward, cawing loudly as if calling on the others to 
follow, but all such attempts failed to start the main host 
to which those adventurous pioneers invariably returned. 
One of them, however, succeeded ad length in raising great 
excitement by discovering an Owl (doubtless the same Bubo 
which I have seen'there before this autumn) in Holden*s 
viroods and shouting the news in Crow language to the feeding 
birds. "An OwlI an Owll Wake up, you sleepy, murderous, 
yellow-eyed villain, you mule-eared Knave! Come on, friends, 
and help me drive the thief from his stronghold! Let us 
pluck out his cat-ears and gouge out his big eyes and 
pummel and peck him to death!" All this and much more to 
the same purpose, if I understood the Cro?/ rightly. He did 
not call in vain for in a twinkling the sable horde left 
their repast and came trooping to the woods where they 
clustered all over the tops of the trees and shouted and 
raved and swore 
There was a. great Blue Heron on the river this 
morning,a noble bird but in the young plumage. I started 
him first from Wild Rice Island and drove him before me 
to the Holt where he doubled back. Once he alighted on 
the top of the bank where the ground was hard and smooth 
and the grans short. Over this he moved with slow, stately 
Great Blue 
Heron 
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