Upper 
A Nashville Warbler on the knoll .just described had 
Revise-voir 
Pond 
Queer song; 
of 
Nashville 
Warbler 
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of vandals 
a curious song which puzzled us completely and excited us 
greatly until we saw the bird. For a 1 eng time he sang 
tchit- t chit-tchit-tchit-tchit in dry, metallic tones — all 
the notes given with equal emphasis and in the same key. 
This song resembled that of the Ghif-chaff of Europe but 
was shorter and more wiry in .tone. It proved, however, to 
be merely a prelude to the usual song which the bird finally 
tacked on to the end of it once or twice. His chirp was also 
abnormal and characterized by the same dry, metallic quality 
as the notes just described. He had a mate and apparently 
had chosen the knoll as a breeding ground. 
On our way back across the pond we came upon a Grebe 
carrying several young on her back and for the first time 
in my life I had a good view of this most interesting per¬ 
formance which I shall describe presently in detail. 
After dining at the hotel we walked around the south 
shore of the pond to the spot where we landed this forenoon. 
While we were sitting here, the male Gallinule swam across 
from his island and fed for a long time within a few yards 
of the shore. He allowed us to get within ten or twelve 
yards of him and showed almost no fear of us. 
After we had been here an hour or more, three men 
appeared on the opposite side of the pond and, moving 
slowly aiong, fired forty or fifty shots in the course of 
a short time. Through the glass we could see that they 
were shotting at Swallows. We finally found a little tub 
