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A flock 
of tam e 
Crows 
27 On the way down river this morning I saw little of 
interest besides a large flock of singularly tame Crows. 
There were upwards of a hundred of them perched in the 
trees on both banks between Barrett's Bar and Hunt's Pond. 
They scarcely seemed to notice me and I paddled past or 
under scores of them within thirty feet or less. Others 
flying across the river passed directly over me within 
a. few yards. Not one, so far as I could make out, either 
left its perch or changed its course because of my 
presence, but severa.1 birds cawed at me derisively. Some 
of them clucked and once I heard the "gobble". Evidently 
these were northern birds, fresh from some region where 
Crows are nut much molested by men. 
At about 3 P. M. I was returning from Davis's Hill 
when I heard a number of small birds chirping and scolding 
loudly and continuously in a cluster of young pines near 
the bottom of the Glacial Hollow. Suspecting that they 
were mobbing an Owl, I went at once to the spot and found 
five or six Chickadees, two Canada Nuthatches, several 
Juncos and a Fox Sparrow hopping excitedly from twig to 
twig in the upper branches of a pitch pine. As usual in 
such cases, they were moving in a circle and I had only to 
scrutinize the central space closely to discover the Owl, 
