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rods of the bars, but to find another nest of any of those species I 

 was obliged to travel a considerable distance. This summer two 

 pairs of robins nested somewhat near each other. For a long time 

 one pair regularly drove the other from the field where they came 

 for earthworms and grasshoppers. I believe peace in our bird com- 

 munity was only restored by the accidental destruction of one of 

 the nests. 



The songs of the Nashville Warbler vary much. One common 

 song sounds like 'AV?/, 'tsi7iy 'tsee, another sweeten, szveeten, 'tsee, a 

 third, silliip, silhip, silhip, ' tsee-e-e-e-e-e. At other times the bird 

 sings but part of the song as S7veetcn, S7veet; or S7veeten, 'tsee; or 

 sweeta, sweeta, 'tsee; or recombines them differently as szveefen, 

 siveeten, siveeten, ' tsec-e-e-e-e-e. The song of the Nashville is so in- 

 sistent the bird seems more common than it really is. 



Sometimes the syllables are all given slowly, again they are 

 run together so that it is hard to determine the number. The syl- 

 lables in the first part of the song vary from two to eight, and the 

 length of the trill varies in like manner. The song is loud, con- 

 stant, and heard all over the localit)% coming principally from the 

 gray birches, but also from the maples, poplars and evergreens. 

 The bird sings from the tree-tops, but likewise from the middle 

 branches, and I have seen it singing on the ground and just a few 

 inches above it. My last record of its song in 1908 was made the 

 17th day of July, the first. May the 14th. Between these dates it 

 sang well-nigh incessantly. 



In my note-book is this jotting of a concert given by the Nash- 

 ville Warblers. "May 15th, 1909, a flock of Nashvilles sang every 

 variety of their song in a low growth of staminate willows, on the 

 sunny side of the woods, this afternoon while feeding on the insects 

 in the now fading catkins. They were so numerous, so beautifully 

 colored — the golden catkins, and the green and gold birds — so merry 

 in their song, so unconnnonly unconscious of an observer, that the 

 experience was one to be remembered." 



