April 
and white beneath. Its song is more varied 
than that of many of the warblers, and in all 
respects it is one of the most attractive of the 
group. In their summer homes their prefer- 
ence is for the pines and cedars, but in the mi- 
grations the distinctive tastes of birds are not 
so evident. 
The following morning added two more to the 
month’s list, although they probably came in the 
‘‘wave’’ of the day before. Passing the Lake, 
I heard the brown thrush or thrasher ‘‘ welcom- 
ing the day,’’ and I ventured to take a little of 
the greeting to myself. He was high in a tree, 
and in the heterogeneous vocal business as usual, 
as if sampling all the melodies he could remem- 
ber. In its miscellaneous character the song is 
much like the catbird’s pot-pourri, but with 
richer tone. The thrasher is the other thrushes’ 
‘«big brother,’’ as his plumage and voice plainly 
show. And, lastly, one of the smallest of war- 
blers, only four and a half inches long, olive 
above, with brick-red spots on the back, and 
bright yellow beneath, spotted with black, called 
the prairie warbler, possibly because its taste is 
more for open land than for the woods. 
The following is the summary for April, the 
majority of the forty species having been at one 
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