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belong to the warbler family. Keeping behind some 

 bushes on my side of the fence, I crept up and so 

 drew very closje to a wonderful picture. In a line 

 on a wire fence, there was a string the length of a 

 city lot, of warblers gathering for migration, while 

 over several bushes before and close behind the 

 fence flocked dozens upon dozens more of these 

 trim exquisite little birds. Of course, the pre- 

 dominant colour was yellow, there being the pure 

 gold of the summer yellow bird and the slightly 

 deeper shade of the prothonotary. There were 

 the deep orange of the Blackburnian and the mot- 

 tled yellow of the magnolian. There appeared 

 prominently on the wire the yellow head and throat 

 of the blue-wing, the stronger touch of yellow 

 of the redstart, the black-throated green warbler, 

 the yellow pine and the yellow-touched hood and 

 mourning warblers. There were a number of 

 specimens of the black-throated blue warbler and 

 the still paler cerulean. There was at least one 

 specimen of the bay-breasted warbler, with robin- 

 breast colour on the top of its head and all over 

 its underparts, and there were enough chattering, 

 little warblers I could not identify to have made a 

 large flock. I do not profess to be acquainted with 

 all of the warblers of my locality. When one takes 

 into consideration that in almost no instance are 

 the male and female alike, while a flock collecting 

 for migration might contain more than half of its 

 members in the form of young birds, which until 



