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besides these there were catbirds, ground 
doves, red-eyed chewinks, white-eyed che- 
winks, a song sparrow (one of the few that 
I saw in Florida), savanna sparrows, myrtle 
birds, redpoll warblers, a phoebe, and two 
flickers. The last-named birds, by the way, 
are never backward about displaying their 
tender feelings. A treetop flirtation is their 
special delight (1 hope my readers have all 
seen one ; few things of the sort are better 
worth looking at), and here, in the absence 
of trees, they had taken to the ridgepole of 
a house. 
More than once I remarked white-breasted 
swallows straggling northward along the line 
of sand-hills. They were in loose order, but 
the movement was plainly concerted, with 
all the look of a vernal migration. This 
swallow, the first of its family to arrive in 
New England, remains in Florida through- 
out the winter, but is known also to go as 
far south as Central America. The purple 
martins — which, so far as I am aware, do 
not winter in Florida — had already begun 
to make their appearance. While crossing 
the bridge, February 22, I was surprised to 
notice two of them sitting upon a bird-box 
