Lake Umbagog, Maine.
1893.
Oct.13.
(no.2.)
  Our Partridge began drumming as soon as it was fairly light
and kept it up for an hour or more (he was silent all day yester-
day) My three men looked at him in turn through the glass and
all agreed with me that his wings did not strike his body. (see
notes).
[margin]Partridge
drumming[/margin]
  After breakfast a [male] Banded Woodpecker came about calling
incessantly and flying from tree to tree finally alighting on
the front of the camp the logs of which he tapped.
A Pine Grosbeak also paid us a visit and I heard a Pine Finch
and a Purple Finch. A Pileated Woodpecker swept past our very
door and seeing us rose above the trees and flew off across the
Lake flapping steadily like a Jay or Crow. I had only seven 
traps set last night but they caught two Red-backed Mice and a
tiny Shrew like the two that I skinned yesterday. This must be
the smallest of our mammals.
[margin]Picoides
americanus[/margin]
[margin]Pine Grosbeak
Pine Finch
Purple Finch
Pileated W.[/margin]
[margin]Mice &
Shrews[/margin]
  In the forenoon a Golden-crested Kinglet sang many times
in succession near the place where we were at work on a trail.
[margin]Golden crest
singing[/margin]
  In the afternoon I walked through the woods to Osgood's
Cove. Two Black Ducks feeding there very alert and suspicious.
They finally saw me and flew.
[margin]Black Ducks[/margin]
  It was a little after sunset when I got back to camp and