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 156 Bird -Lore were a few small dark gra}- feathers. He had hidden the acorns by putting pieces of bark over them. I then went back to where he was and saw him drinking water, like a chicken, out of the brooklet. After returning from a short walk, I saw him carrying a large piece of bark to put over the acorns that I had uncovered. He started from the base of his stub, but as the bark was nearly as large as he was he could not carry it and was forced to drop it. As it was then nearly dark, I had to go home without learning where he stayed nights, and which, indeed, I never found out. The next Sunday, the i6th of October, I did not have much time. When I reached the ravine he was catching insects. He was in the top of a tree and would fiy out after the insects at they flew by but, growing tried of this, he went to the ground after an acorn. When I went to the hole in which I had found the sixteen acorns before, I now took out forty five. Sunday, November ig, I thought I would pay my Red-head a visit. As I did not see him for about fifteen minutes, I thought that some wandering hunter had killed him ; but while look- ing around I heard a welcome kcr-r-r-ntck. and there he was on his favorite stub. After taking a look at me, he flew down for a drink, with a loud note before he left the stub and shorter ones in between drinks to call attention, and well he might ! His somber head had turned red since I had seen him last. The color was a little dark in places, but was fine all the same. I next saw him on Sunday, November 26. I had gone to my usual place of study and was watching some Pine Siskins when he appear- ed. He was rather cross, for he chased a Tree Sparrow until it took refuge in a thick, bushy thorn-apple tree. Then he watched until it came out and took after it agan. I watched him sunning him- self — for it was quite warm — and then went over to the hole in which I had found so many acorns. It was empty, and a number of shells were scattered around the foot of the tree. From my note-book I see that the date of my next visit was Sunday, December 3. It was cold and snowing quite hard. I put on my overcoat and went down to see him. I may have wanted to see him, but he was evidently afraid of that big black thing in the fence-corner. He scolded and bobbed as though crazy till a pair of Blue Jays lighted in the tree. He was afraid of them and went around to the other side of the trunk and kept still until they left. On Monday February 12, I saw him last. He was across the river from the ravine in a tree after acorns. I know that he is still here and alive, and I intend to watch him in the spring when he sets up housekeeping.