Cambridge, Mass.
1916.
November
16
[November 16, 1916]

Crow eating dead Myrtle Warbler

  There was a somewhat belated Myrtle Warbler in
our garden on November 12 [November 12, 1916]. Either the same or a similar-looking
bird appeared there again in the morning of the 16th [November 16, 1916] where, about 9
o'clock, I watched it for several minutes as it flitted through the
branches of a seckel pear tree, seeking food of some kind among the
terminal twigs where it repeatedly hung back downward like a
Titmouse, chirping cheerily every few seconds and behaving altogether
in a manner indicative of sound health and high spirits.
Three hours later (at 12 o'clock, noon) I heard Crows cawing in
the Jungle and presently saw three of them perched rather high
in leafless trees. One held beneath his foot, on a stout branch,
a fluffy, grayish object which I thought at first might be a 
dilapidated bird-nest; but when, presently, he brought it into a cherry
tree not far from my window I could see plainly enough that it
was a dead Myrtle Warbler whose bright yellow rump and
other characteristic markings showed conspicuously in the clear