Arrival of 
the Red-wings 
once saw a Red-wing Blackbird swinging on the topmost 
spray of a maple. Out went his shoulders and another 
Kohkeree came to my ears. At the bend above the Beaver- 
dam reach I found two more Red-wings and higher up still 
others scattered about on the maples singing until, by 
the time I reached Flint's bridge I had counted ten. It 
was a clear case of "first arrival" for there were cer¬ 
tainly none about during the earlier part of the day. 
Several Robins were sitting on trees near Flint's bridge, 
calling, but none sang. 
