Waverley, Mass.
1901.
June 25
(No 2)
not actually see him but during the half hour
we spent in looking for the nest scarce a minute
passed when we did not hear his harsh, incisive
voice calling quee-queeah or occasionally que-witchy.
He seemed to be quite as much at home as if
he were at the north and included, as I have
just said, the meadow, with its surroundings, forms
a nearly typical building haunt very like some
of the stretches of river intervals at Shelburne, N.Y.
There were at least two male Bobolinks singing in
this meadow and several Red-wings were flitting 
about over the thickets along the brooks acting
as if they had nests there. I saw one of the
female Red-wings fly into the top of a large
white-oak which overhung the road and spend
a number of minutes fluttering  & hopping about among
the tufts of leaves at the ends of the upper branches
evidently searching for food. Nothing else of special
interest was noted during this brief trip which 
lasted in all barely more than an hour.
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