Meadow Lark 
singing 
Mourning 
Warbler 
old birds era two were singing at short regular intervals and 
with nearly as much spirit and sweetness as in spring. Twilight 
with fog rising at the time. A Solitary Vireo was singing- 
in low warbling tones in my pines. I took it for a young bird. 
I have not seen nor heard a Meadow Lark for nearly 
a month until this morning when, a little after sunrise, one 
uttered his plaintive M ah- see- me" five or six times in quick 
succession near our house, the sound coming to my ears through 
the open window as I lay in bed. 
Among some dense young sprouts at the base of Ball's 
Hill I flushed a bird which at first I took for a Connecticut 
Warbler but on following and "screeping 11 . a little I brought 
it out into plain sight and identified it to my perfect satis¬ 
faction as a Mourning Warbler,a young bird in autumn plumage. 
It was nervous and timid but so intensely curious that I kept 
it in sight by "screeping" for several minutes. 
Many Black-polls in my woods to-day. Yellow-rumps 
about equally numerous. Heard one Golden-crbst. j 
