1902.
May 15
(No 3)
  I saw a female Chestnut-sided Warbler at work on
her nest this afternoon (1 P.M.). It was in a hazel
by the roadside just below the house. It had evidently
been begun to-day as there was only a thin film
of snow white tent caterpillar silk woven about the
fork of the slender twig. The bird seemed to be 
gathering this material only. I saw her tear it out
of the nests which were all about in the rum cherry
trees.
  Shortly before sunset I could hear one of the
Bitterns pumping in great Meadow as I stood in
the road just below our farm house.
  Starting at about 6.30 P.M. I walked up the
road about a mile. There are many large apple
orchards in this direction and they were glorious
this evening with their domed masses of white & rose
tinted blossoms. They were also swarming with birds.
Robins, Bluebirds, Chippies, Orioles, Yellow Warblers and
Great Flycatchers seemed to be the most numerous.
Swifts were covering orchard & I saw several Barn
Swallows & a pair of White Bellied. The fluting of
the Golden Robins was never for a full minute out
of my ears. Several of these birds had exquisitely
rich and mellow voices but I rarely now hear
the Oriole songs of my boyhood days. They have quite
as utterly gone out of fashion as the street airs
of those times. From the pasture lands along this
sweetly peaceful bit of country road come the
songs of Song Sparrows, Field Sparrows, Grass Finches &
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