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adees, kinglets, crows, and jays were often- 

 est met with, while the shrike, myrtle war- 

 bler, purple finch, and song sparrow were 

 represented by one individual each. My 

 song sparrow was not seen till the 28th, 

 after I had given him up. He did not sing 

 (of course he scolded ; the song sparrow 

 can always do that), but the mere sight of 

 him was enough to suggest thoughts of 

 springtime, especially as he happened to 

 be in the neighborhood of some Pickering 

 hylas, which were then in full cry for the 

 only time during the month. Near the end 

 of the month many wild geese flew over the 

 town, but, thanks to a rebellious tooth (how 

 happy are the birds in this respect !), I was 

 shut indoors, and knew the fact only by 

 hearsay. I did, however, see a small flock 

 on the 30th of October, an exceptionally 

 early date. As it chanced, I was walking 

 at the time with one of my neighbors, a man 

 more than forty years old, and he assured 

 me that he had never seen such a thing 

 before. 



For music, I one day heard a goldfinch 

 warbling a few strains, and on the 21st a 

 chickadee repeated his clear phoebe whistle 



