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joke. He did it just for himself, and his motions 

 as he flew over to the next tree seemed a visible 

 chuckle that ended in a saucy flirt of the two 

 white tall feathers which are one distinguishing 

 mark of the bird in flight. 



Other warblers I noted none. The woods 

 seemed given up for the occasion to Dendroica 

 V'igorsi. 



The wood warblers disappeared at the border 

 line of the open fields at Wakeby and the home- 

 loving birds appeared again in numbers, robins, 

 bluebirds, swallows and the sparrow kind. The 

 downy woodpeckers and flickers, to be sure, 

 passed to and from both zones, though they, too, 

 seemed to love the trees of the open rather than 

 those of the deeper wood, but in the main the 

 boundary line, as usual, was quite distinctly 

 marked. The noon sun was high and the north 

 wind's chill had been fairly combed out of it by 

 the bristly harrows of a thousand pine tops. In 

 its place was a warm, resinous fragrance, an in- 

 cense to the season. The heart of the Cape for- 

 est is passed at Wakeby and the blue waters of a 

 great lake lap in crystal clearness on the clean 

 sands. The Cape sands are a vast water filter 



