Breezy Point, Warren, N.H.
1894.
June 17
(No. 2)
visitors. He rambled all about us coming up within a 
few feet at times. He was eating some small winged
seeds - of the sugar maple, I think - which strewed the 
ground thickly under the trees.
  I think sitting here and later in the day as we were                   
at the house, we heard in the distance beyond the orchard     
a sound which we all took to be the voice of a White-bellied
Nuthatch until Faxon, following it to its home, found a 
Pileated Woodpecker to be its author. The bird was in the
forest nearly a quarter of a mile away. It was very tame
allowing him to walk directly beneath it as it sat crosswise
on a branch calling at intervals. Long before he got at all
near it the resemblance to the Nuthatch's cry (the whinny)
was lost for the bird was really "shouting" in the
normal, Flicker - like manner.
[margin]Ceophloeus 
pileatus[/margin]                           
  I spent the entire afternoon writing. The evening was so
threatening that we took only a short walk - up the
brook where we were this morning and back through the
pasture above the house. Hermits and Olive-backed Finches
were singing all about this position and in the distance
in every direction.
  Among some young sparrows on a knoll we heard what        
seemed to be the normal song of a Nashville Martin to                    
which were prefixed a number of short, stuttering, warbled   
notes very like those at the beginning of the flight song                  
of the Oven bird. I have little doubt that this was                          
a flight song (if so wholly new to me) of the Nashville
Warbler but we did not see the bird. (Faxon found a 
Nashville chirping & evidently anxious about young on this very
knoll. two days later)
[margin]Helmintho-
phila rufi-
capilla
Flight song.[/margin]