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eating Warbler, with the bold stripes on its head. With 

 my powerful glasses I could see it as well as though it 

 were in my hands. There it sat for fully five minutes, 

 perhaps about ready for bed. Then I startled it and 

 it darted off. As I returned home I also saw its mate. 

 I hoped they would breed there, as it was an ideal 

 situation for them, but I never could find them after- 

 ward. This was the very last of May. 



Another rarity to me that I had met a few days before 

 was a male Golden-winged W^arbler, splendid with his 

 conspicuous yellow wing-bars, feeding in an apple tree 

 near my home. Still another was a Tennessee Warbler 

 which I encountered during a furious cold rainstorm 

 in a pasture. The poor little fellow flew out from 

 where he had been sheltering himself under a rock. 

 He was bedraggled and shivering, but he flitted to an 

 apple tree and set to work hunting for supper among 

 the blossoms. In the same pasture I saw a Canadian 

 Warbler so benumbed that it could hardly fly, and I 

 almost caught it. Other birds were about in the same 

 condition, so I was thankful that immediately after 

 this the weather cleared. The storm had been on for 

 three days, and such bad weather in the migration or 

 breeding period is very destructive of bird life. 



There are a few of the warblers which we are liable 

 to meet which I have not mentioned. Such is the 

 Yellow Palm Warbler, a common and early species, 

 quite flycatcher-like in habits, which comes to us about 

 mid- April. On the warbler day described above we 



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