Golden-winged 
Warbler 
Black and 
Yellow 
Warbler 
Gat-bird 
singing in 
old nest 
Something within the thicket startled both birds almost 
as soon as I discovered them. The Lincoln’s Sparrow flew 
directly towards me and alighted in a birch scarce ten 
yards off, where it sat very still for awhile and then 
began preening its feathers. When I moved at lenght 
it dashed off as if greatly alarmed and plunged into the 
dense foliage of an isolated pine in Bensen’s pasture. 
I left it there. 
I heard Golden-winged Warblers singing in four 
one 
places on the Barrett farm, ever by the spring, another 
the sprout-grown opening, a third near the head of the 
Run, a fourth in the hollow near Bensen* s, where I saw 
the bird at first flitting about among some bushes, at 
length on the ground hopping about among the dry leaves. 
It was very probably the same individual that I had 
heard earlier in the morning at the spring, for the 
two localities are not far apart,but I am very sure that 
I am safe in counting three different birds in all. 
The Black and Yellow Warbler was in the black 
oak in the middle of the large opening behind Ball’s Hill, 
flitting about in the full sunlight among the unfolding 
leaves, jetting and flirting up its tail and half opening 
its wings. It seemed fairly delirious with excitement 
or pleasure. I have rarely seen so handsome a male. The 
black stripes on the sides were very broad and clear. 
Hearing a Cat-bird singing this morning in a 
thicket very near me, I was surprised that I could not 
see it for the foliage was merely a thin veil through 
