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just begun owing to protracted foul weather. I think the 
young Bobolinks have escaped . 
Evening Walk up Estabrook Road. 
Meadow Lafk 
with young; 
After tea I started for a walk, taking the 
Estabrook Road. As I turned the corner just beyond Burrill's 
I passed nearly under a Meadow Lark which was sitting on 
the topmost spray of a gray birch calling paap, paap, pa-pa- 
thin 
peer, the last/notes ringing out like the blast of a trumoet. 
At each utterance of this cry the bill was opened absurdly 
wide, the tips of the closed wings twitched nervously and 
the tail opened wide, showing the white lateral feathers. 
The bird evidently had young in the tall grass just over the 
wall. 
Song; of the 
Phoebe 
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Reaching the pasture just beyond Clark's, I turned 
in through the bars and sat down on a large boulder to watch 
the sunset which proved unusually fine and protracted. 
On my arrival two Quail and a Meadow Lark were 
whistling in the meadow to the westward and Grass Finches 
chanting in every direction far and near while a Song Sparrow, 
Chippy and Robin were heard at intervals. Presently a Phebe 
ascended from Dutton’s house, took an extended song flight 
then after returning to the earth sang in the usual manner 
for some time. The notes of this bird’s song have in (a) 
strangely mixed degree both a sweet and a harsh quality. Next 
a Yellow-winged Sparrow gave the sputtering medley song in 
the distance and then sang at regular intervals the normal 
