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the band on his right leg. He snapped a bit but did not get too panicky. 
The number was ‘United States Biological Survey 36-521905.’ After 
attempting to read the number we let him go and he continued to amuse 
himself with colored dishes and cellophane packages on the table, and even 
drank water out of a glass. Later one of us was lying in the grass near 
the fire and chewing an apple. He came over, pecked at her hair, jumped 
on her chest, and began opening her lips with his beak, eating what he 
could find in her mouth. He was very gentle and apparently a trained 
bird, and stayed around for about two hours. About dusk he slowly took 
off into the trees. 
“This is an accurate account of our experience and I would be inter- 
ested to know what background you might have on this crow. 
Very cordially yours, 
IRVING M. STRANSKY, D.D.S.” 
In the Chicago Tribune of October 8, Bob Becker describes the actions 
of a bird which may well have been the one Dr. Stransky saw: 
“A tame crow that sprung the pigeons springer spaniels were to hunt 
in a recent trial held near Lake Bluff, Ill., was one of the most amusing 
sidelights veteran dog men have seen in many a year. 
“On the opening day the field trial committee had a tough time secreting 
live pigeons in the tall grass because of this crow, a fugitive from some 
North Shore home, which would watch the plant from a tree. And then, 
as soon as the men had left, it would fiy down and flush the live bird. 
As a result there were more barnyard pigeons flying around the grounds 
than we’ve ever seen at any previous event of this kind. 
“Some one finally did away with the crow and the various stakes then 
went off in good style.” 
It seems too bad that the crow should have had to pay with his life 
for a friendliness taught him by man. 
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Brown County State Park 
By LEELA M. CAMPBELL 
TO ANYONE who has never visited the Brown County State Park in southern 
Indiana, there is a treat in store. Located near Nashville, it affords an 
abundance of scenic beauty, interesting hiking trails, and good birding. 
The rolling hills that meet the sky in the distance should be beautiful in 
the fall, and it is little wonder that artists from all parts of the country 
congregate there to try and repeat on canvas the panorama that nature 
has laid out. Our visit was in the spring, five days in the early part of 
June, and for our bird list we had a total of 67 species within the park, 
including the pileated woodpecker. All night long the whip-poor-will sang, 
but there were no owls. 
The prize find for the trip was the white-eyed vireo. We had been told 
that it might be found at the covered bridge entrance to the park as it 
