THE BLACK AND WHITE WARBLER. 113 
of the very tallest elms. Apple trees are cherished hunting grounds, and it is 
here that one may cultivate a really intimate acquaintance. 
The Black-and-White is among the earlier migrant warblers, coming 
as it does during the last week in April and before the leaves are well 
out. At this time it is quite a conspicuous bird, in spite of the fact that 
its striped coat roughly approximates to the lights and shadows in the bark 
of a tree; but it is usually silent. When it does speak, a few days later, 
its voice is not altogether such as to command attention. Indeed its wiry 
squeaking song is likely to be lost to ear altogether amid the full chorus of 
Taken near Sugar Grove. Photo by the Author. 
A BIT OF BLACK AND WHITE’S DOMAIN. 
warbler week; but when the rush is over, the singer, now indefatigable, 
will come to light again. At best the song is a tiny sibilation of no great 
carrying power: Squeech, weech, weech, weech, weech, is one rendering, while 
another carefully studied near Sugar Grove, lisped out, Pss, wss, wuss, 
WUSS, WUSs, wuss, WUSS, Wss, wWss, in two keys, as indicated. 
While common as a migrant, the Black-and-White Warbler is c ympara- 
tively scarce as a breeding bird, being found sparingly only in the more 
densely wooded and broken regions of the state and about the larger reservoirs. 
Wheaton speaks of it indeed, as a common breeding bird, but I am not aware 
