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attributed to Owls, struck me as surprising. Hawks were not 

 plenty until late in August, nor as plenty then as I had ex- 

 pected. I identified only three. A Red-tail, nailed to a barn 

 door, liad noticeably been there long enough to have been a 

 migrant; a pair of Broadwings added to their family by at least 

 one during the summer; and these were Sharp-shins, of which 

 I saw a good many all summer, but more towards its close. I 

 saw several other kinds I could not identify, one a very long- 

 tailed large hawk that soared very high, and now and then hung 

 quivering in the air for what seemed minutes. 



Towards the end of August came great flights of Night-hawks, 

 but in early and midsummer I never saw more than two at a 

 time. Their cry was not a tj'pical sound of the night — -you 

 would hear it only about once a week. Toward the end of 

 August, too, the Doves began to collect in little bunches, but I 

 never saw more than half a dozen together, and it was generally 

 two or three. They were only fairly common. 



A refreshing experience was to find familiar birds with songs 

 differing in quality and even in notation from their songs at 

 home. The characteristic Robin song of the Buck Hill woods, 

 for instance, was very much more subdued than the character- 

 istic Robin song of Germantown. The bird was much less 

 noisy and self-assertive, and since there were no lawns for him 

 to run over, his habits of hunting were different. He ran about 

 on the leaves of the wood-floor, upturning one now and again 

 with his bill, and at times even .scratching as noisily as a 

 Chewink. He came under the shack windows for the boiled 

 barley we threw out, as did, curiously, the White-bellied Nut- 

 hatches that were about us daily after the middle of July. The 

 Wood Thrushes' songs were of more varying quality among 

 themselves than our home Wood Thrushes' songs. One parti- 

 cular Thrush's song had an extra grace-note in its second part 

 and the whole song was of so rich a quality that you would 

 think it some new Thrush song, and be sure of it for a while if 

 you heard first its second part. The Field Sparrows' songs 

 were unusually fresh and full, and the Indigo Buntings' songs 

 of more body than I had heard before. 



After July came in the evenings and mornings were not 



