April g t 1895 

 (Georgia) 



I WAS walking home to the Bon Air 

 today, and my attention was attracted 

 by a curious clicking noise in a tree near by. 

 It sounded like a chisel slipping on stone, 

 not in the least like a whistle, or the trilling 

 or warbling of most birds. I looked up 

 and there was the summer tanager on a 

 branch not far off. He is so handsome 

 with his bright red plumage, though he 

 does not look such a vivid scarlet as our 

 tanager. He is smaller, too. He did not 

 seem at all shy, and I had a fine chance 

 of observing him. He uttered his clicking 

 notes at intervals while he hunted about 

 the tree for insects. They sounded like 

 "kick-up," "kick-up" to me, and sometimes 

 "kick-a-poo," the first notes higher than 

 the others. They were not very loud. 



April ii, 1895. Heard and saw him 

 again today. This time he ran six or 

 seven notes rapidly together, each with 

 the sharp "click" to it. 



April ijth. Heard a tanager sing this 



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