Concord, Mass.
1901.
June 17
(No. 2)
  The Solitary Vireo was singing again to-day
(both morning and afternoon) in the grove behind
the barn at the farm. It looks decidedly as if he
had settled there for the remainder of the season.
  Stepping out of the cabin at about ten o'clock
this evening I heard faintly but distinctly the ki-ki-
ki-ki ki-queer of that mysterious bird which Faxon
and I some years ago christened the "Kicker" and which
I still firmly believe to be the Little Black Rail.
This individual was apparently well out towards the
middle of the Great Meadows. He was singing steadily 
and continuously uttering his notes at short and almost
perfectly regular intervals. The meadows are now nearly
free of water but this is the only Rail of any kind 
(if, indeed, it really be a Rail) that I have heard here
this year.
The "Kicker"
appears once
more.
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