190 THE PASSING OF THE BIRDS. 
and the whole movement had the air of a 
diurnal migration. I could only conjecture 
that it was the end of the nocturnal flight, so 
far, at least, as the warblers were concerned ; 
in other words, that the birds, on this par- 
ticular occasion, did not finish their nightly 
journey till a little after sunrise. But if 
many were still flying, many others had al- 
ready halted; for presently I came to a piece 
of thin, stunted wood by the roadside, and 
found in it a highly interesting company. 
Almost the first specimen I saw was a Con- 
necticut warbler perched in full view and ex- 
posing himself perfectly. Red-bellied nut- 
hatches were calling, and warblers uncounted 
were flitting about in the trees and under- 
brush. A hurried search showed black- 
polls, black-throated greens, blue yellow- 
backs, one redstart, one black - and - white 
creeper, one Blackburnian, one black-and- . 
yellow, one Canadian flycatcher (singing 
lustily), one yellow redpoll, and one clearly- 
marked bay-breast. The first yellow-bellied 
woodpecker of the season was hammering 
in a tree over my head, and not far away 
was the first flock of white-throated spar- 
rows. After breakfast I passed the place 
