Lancaster, Mass.
1902
June 3
(No 2)
  The day was so oppressively warm that we lingered
long at our lunch in the grateful shade of the grand
old pines. From the luxuriant canopies of sombre foliage
came not only the songs of the Blackburnians but those
of almost equally numerous Black-throated Green Warblers.
There were also several Pine Warblers a few Oven birds
and Red-eyed vireos, one solitary Vireo, a Nashville Warbler
(singing in oak scrub across the road), two Tanagers
and a few Blue Jays.
  Harriman climbed to a large nest of sticks, made
originally, he thought, by a Hawk, which proved to contain
a family of Flying Squirrels. The mother emerged from
the top of the nest when Harriman put his hand in it
and flew to a neighboring tree. The young, which were then
quarter grown, appeared in quick succession, to the number
of five, through the bottom of the nest. Three of the 
latter remained in the tree while the other two sailed
down on wide-spread "wings" alighting in the tops
of some low bear oaks where we caught them without
difficulty. They did not attempt to bite until we
had held then for some time. I have three now
in a box and they have already begun eating bread
& milk.
  In the afternoon we beat the Henslow's Sparrow meadow
with some care. At least four different male Sparrows
were singing and we flushed three birds directly under
foot but, as on former occasions, could find no signs
of the nests. Two of the birds chipped sharply a number
of times just as they rose & alighted again after flying a few yards.
Still another fruitless search for nests of Henslow's Sparrow
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