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cheeks and throat. The variegated chestnut-sided, 

 with his pretty greenish yellow crown, a warbler I 

 find common everywhere in summer, was also present. 



On Thursday, May 10, while driving on the Little 

 Pond Road, I again saw my friend, the black-throated 

 green, and while getting out to look at a flock of white- 

 throated sparrows which were scratching like hens 

 among the dried oak leaves, and calling, "Peabody, 

 Peabody," the black-throated blue warbler flew into 

 view. I think he is quite as handsome as his congener 

 of the inverted V, and much rarer. If you are for- 

 tunate enough to see him, he may easily be distin- 

 guished by the square white spot on the wing, his 

 characteristic and unique mark. 



On May 13, by the Back Ponds near the Northern 

 track, I saw the great bald eagle. At first we could 

 not believe our good luck, for though the bird may be 

 found anywhere in North America, the books declare 

 that the sight of him is always an event. He was 

 perched on an upper limb of a tall tree, and when he 

 flew there was no mistaking those great dusky pinions 

 and that snowy head and tail, which give the appear- 

 ance of a white body. We got near enough to him 

 to hear his "turkey" notes. By the law of contrast, 

 at almost the same time and place I saw the pretty 



