Without question, the Wilson’s Thrushes furnish the 
finest as well as the most copious music of any of the birds 
which breed in this immediate region. As twilight was 
falling this evening, they made the woods fairly ring with 
their clear, flute-like voices. They are almost as numerous 
in the pine woods on the tops and sides of the hills as. 
in the swamps. There is less inequality and variability in 
the songs of different individuals than is the case with 
the He unit and Wood Thrushes but yet there are some birds 
whose voices are finer and clearer and whose notes are more 
varied and intimate than those of the common run. 
I do not remember to have noted before that the 
Wilson's Thrush, like so many other birds, has favorite 
singing perches to which it resorts day after day. This, 
at least, is ture of a bird which is breeding somewhere near 
the east end of Ball’s Hill and which sings every evening 
in the large red oak on the edge of Holden’s Meadow, sitting 
invariably not only on the same branch but actually on 
the same twig and always facing towards the north-west. 
The Brown Thrashers are still in full song. A 
fine-voiced bird which inhabits the oak sprouts on the hill¬ 
side just above the cabin serenades us with his rich and 
varied music at morning and evening as well as at frequent 
intervals during the day. He does not appear to have any 
fixed or favorite singing station, but he always perches high 
up among the oaks and often on their topmost sprays. 
