a pretty little Acadian, sitting on a stout horizontal 
branch about eight feet from the main stem and some eighte 
feet above the ground. He appeared quite indifferent to 
the movements and clamor of his persecutors but he kept hi 
eyes fixed on me with some show of interest but without 
drawing in his feathers or displaying any other signs of 
suspicion or alarm. The Chickadees were the most noisy 
and aggressive of the little birds about him, but none 
of them ventured to approach him nearer than to within 
six or eight feet. They called de-de-de-de incessantly. 
The Fox Sparrow clucked loudly. Two Red Squirrels on 
the opposite side of the hollow added materially to the 
racket by a continuous loud snickering but I doubt if 
either of them really saw the Owl or knew what the excite¬ 
ment was all about. 
I left the place without disturbing any of these 
birds and went to the cabin for my camera. When I 
returned some fifteen minutes later, the Squirrels were • 
still snickering but all the little birds had departed. 
The Owl, however, was still perched on the pitch pine 
branch, exactly as I left him. After exposing at him 
the only two plates I had, I threw some pieces of branches 
at him. Whenever one of them hit very near him, he 
would bend forward and examine the spot with close atten¬ 
tion, then resume his former attitude. At length I shook 
the tree forcibly when the Owl at once left his perch and 
