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Apple orchard. 
in bloom 
Golden¬ 
winged 
Warbler 
Quail 
some small bird adhering to a dead pine branch where the 
little robber had picked one of its victims. These woods 
are apparently nearly destitute of small birds. I found 
only one, an Oven-bird. The Hawks have probably killed 
everything else. Saw one fine Gray Squirrel galloping 
through the trees. 
I made my (way) homeward through Pratt's land 
seeing nothing of much interest until I reached the large 
apple orchard below Merwyn* s vineyard. The trees were in 
fullest bloom — a perfect sea of rose, pink and white 
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loading the air with fragrance and alive with bees and birds. 
There was a Humming-bird, an Oriole, no less than three 
Purple Finches, all red males, and all singing in rivalry 
trying to outdo each other. Presently I saw a yellow cap and 
black throat in the midst of a cluster of blossoms and out 
hopped a beautiful little Golden-winged Warbler. He was 
probing the blossoms with his needle-pointed bill and an 
Oriole in the same tree was similarly employed. The War¬ 
bler sang a few times. 
While I was watching him, two Quail began whistling 
in the bushes along the old wall near me, giving the "bob- 
white" and also the autumn calls. I did not see either of 
them. 
