A Pine Warbler that has been frequenting the 
cluster of pitch pines in the Run for the past month has 
two distinct songs. One of them is the normal song of 
the species but if anything, fuller, louder, and more 
melodious than is usual. The other song is a short, 
flat, dry, woodeny trill, positively indistinguishable 
by my ears from that of a Junco and a poor singing Junco 
at that. I heard the bird change from one song to the 
other several times this morningT] 
Two male Bobolinks spent the whole of yesterday 
and to-day in the meadow across the road from the farm¬ 
house. They kept together the whole time, perching within 
a yard or two of each other in the tops of leafy elms 
and apple-trees and one following the other when it took 
wing. Their singing was louder, more continuous and 
more rollicking than any Bobolink music I have heard for 
yesrs. Not once did they sing together but one would 
usually begin as soon as the other ceased. Thus they 
kept up an almost continual flood of music. I feasted my 
ears on it for nearly half an hour. They kept it up 
nearly all day. I saw no female. The males acted as if 
they were close friends, rather than rivals. 
Yesterday morning I saw three King-birds together 
near the little pond in our berry pasture. They were 
behaving very oddly. Alighting on some leafy hori¬ 
zontal branch, facing one another and only a few feet 
apart, they would crouch and quiver their wings and bow 
their heads low, at the same time uttering their shrill 
