S7, 
Golden Winged Warbler, or the ringing notes of a Field 
Sparrow. [A Grouse was drumming regularly in some oak Woods 
across the turnpike and a pair of Downy Woodpeckers sound¬ 
ing their call taps in the tops of some tall chestnuts. 
Then there were Towhees, Song Sparrows, Robins and Flickers 
joining their voices to the chorus at more or less frequent 
intervals. Truly the old orchard,with its glory of blos¬ 
soms, emerald turf and sylvan surroundings, was a scene 
fit for the Gods, this gray, misty May morning. 
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