354 NOTES ON NEW ENGLAND BIRDS 



April 8, 1853. Saw and heard my small pine warbler 

 shaking out his trills, or jingle, even like money com- 

 ing to its bearings. They appear much the smaller from 

 perching high in the tops of white pines and flitting 

 from tree to tree at that height. 



April 9, 1853. On a pitch [pine] on side of J. Hos- 

 mer's river hill, a pine warbler, by ventriloquism sound- 

 ing farther off than it was, which was seven or eight 

 feet, hopping and flitting from twig to twig, apparently 

 picking the small flies at and about the base of the 

 needles at the extremities of the twigs. Saw two after- 

 ward on the walls by roadside. 



April 9, 1856. While I am looking at the hazel, I 

 hear from the old locality, the edge of the great pines 

 and oaks in the swamp by the railroad, the note of the 

 pine warbler. It sounds far off and faint, but, coming 

 out and sitting on the iron rail, I am surprised to see 

 it within three or four rods, on the upper part of a 

 white oak, where it is busily catching insects, hopping 

 along toward the extremities of the limbs and looking 

 off on all sides, twice darting off like a wood pewee 

 two rods over the railroad after an insect and return- 

 ing to the oak, and from time to time uttering its simple, 

 rapidly iterated, cool-sounding notes. When heard a 

 little within the wood, as he hops to that side of the 

 oak, they sound particularly cool and inspiring, like 

 a part of the evergreen forest itself, the trickling of 

 the sap. Its bright-yellow or golden throat and breast, 

 etc., are conspicuous at this season, — a greenish yellow 

 above, with two white bars on its bluish-brown wings. 

 It sits often with loose-hung wings and forked tail. 



