"The Farm" 
this morning feeding in the upper branches of a rather tall 
Kino pin 1 s 
Finch 
white pine. The males have been silent, as a rule. 
At 8 A. M. I drove to the Farm where I spent two 
hours. The woods, thickets and orchards were swarming with 
birds among which were Parulas, Blackburnian, Black and 
Yellow, Black-poll and Black-throated Warblers, Redstarts, 
tturtU^^aiid Water Thrushes. From beneath a fallen elm branch 
White- c-rest ed 
Spar row 
directly in front of the barn I started a Lincoln’s Finch 
and an adult White-throated Sparrow. The Lincoln’s was 
very tame and I got a clear view of him at a distance of les 
than 20 feet. 
But the best bird of all remains to be mentioned. 
Cape May 
Warb ler 
at the 
farm 
I was standing behind the house when in an apple tree 
covered with snowy blossoms a short distance off I heard 
a Warbler sing several times in quick succession and by its 
notes at once recognized it as a Cape May, On hurrying to 
hopping about among the tufts of blossoms 
the tree I found the bird at the end of a low branch/which 
it was probing with its bill after the manner of an Oriole. 
I watched it closely for 15 or 20 minutes, during which time 
it remained on the branch where I first saw it. (Abbott 
Thayer says that this species will often spend a whole day 
in one tree and this I remember observing in a blossoming 
cherry tree at Watertown, Massachusetts in 1869). It was 
more active than a Black-poll, less so than most other 
Warblers. It was very tame. Its plumage was of about 
average brightness. Its song was 'ieet, teat, 'f.eet, - j.ee t 
