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scaled gracefully in the direction of the shore not many rods dis- 

 tant. There were very few Warblers this morning, in fact the 

 only one that was plentiful was the Ovenbird, whose notes were 

 heard from many differ-ent quarters of the woods. The Nashville 

 Warbler, one of the handsomest of his family, the Black and White 

 Warbler, and a number of Black-throated Green Warblers were all 

 that I saw. The flock of Bobolinks which I saw the previous 

 morning had passed along and the birds of this species which are 

 to spend the summer in this immediate locality are yet to come. 

 Baltimore Orioles, which came during the week, are now common 

 and are seen almost every morning. Tree Swallows were more 

 numerous this morning than at any time before this spring. 



May i6. — This was a cool, breezy morning, and few birds had 

 come during the night. As the sun climbed higher, the songsters 

 in sheltered places grew tuneful and there was no lack of the most 

 inspiring spring music. The White-throated Sparrow's succession 

 of familiar notes came from all directions, for the most part the 

 bird being out of sight in dense thickets. The Field Sparrow, too, 

 was singing finely, his melody being a sweet, diminishing trill of 

 fine notes, increasing in rapidity towards the close. A Chebec 

 was giving his snappy apology for a song and occasionally dashing 

 out after a passing insect. Of the Warbler songs, the Ovenbird' s 

 easily took the lead, so far as volume was concerned, but the 

 Chestnut-sided Warbler was also very distinctly heard, pretty 

 closeh' articulating the syllables, "I see, I see. Miss Beecher," the 

 word "Beecher" being pronounced with great rapidity and explo- 

 sive quality. The Nashville Warbler was singing with close re- 

 semblance to the Song Sparrows' tune, and the Black-throated 

 Green Warbler whistled his curious succession of notes. A Myrtle 

 Warbler, later than the rest of his species, found insect food so 

 scarce that he f^ew to a bayberry bush and renewed his winter diet. 

 The little flock of White-crowned Sparrows, reported the day be- 

 fore, were, curiously enough, mingling with a flock of small 

 chickens in a hen-yard, drinking from the same dish, and sharing 



