SUMMER TANAGER 



April 9, 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 y i8Q$. Heard and saw him 

 again today. This time he ran six or 

 seven notes rapidly together, each with 

 the sharp "click" to it. 



A-pril 1 3th. Heard a tanager sing this 



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