like to hear a white-throat finish its song 
once. By the tone they always start in the 
Middle and stop before they get to the end. May¬ 
be the reason that the song is so sad is that the 
bird is sorry because it cannot finish it. Now 
when I started I thought as 1 sat down by a 
cornshock away from the sun that 1 did not have 
much to say about white-throats but now 1 see I 
am mistaken. 
Ifyrtle warblers and ruby-crowned kinglets 
were also here. One of the latter keep up a 
constant rippling warble all the time. It was 
not much like the mating song. 
Up by Vails I heard a meadowlark and going 
up there saw the singer on a wire of a fence 
rather an unusual location, according to my 
experience and two more in a tree. As I 
approached they flew out and one took to chasing 
the other. Every turn was followed as though it 
had all been planned out before hand. After a 
few turns it stopped but the other happening to 
pass too close over the chase was taken up again. 
Then they separated and the pursued went off. 
The pursuer lighting in a field after it had been 
joined by the singer. 
A flock of prairie horned larks flew over 
accompanied by two American pipits; bluebirds also 
were flying, some calling turwee and others 
singing each according to its temperament probably; 
one saying it was fall and another spring. 
After breakfast I went over in Tim Hacketts 
sheep pasture. Just as I entered the first grove 
a wave of migrants seemed to pass through towards 
the south. There were golden and ruby-crowned 
kinglets and myrtle warblers. The woods were silent j 
one minute and the next were full of tiny flitting 
forms. They seemed in a hurry to be going. It 
Was cloudy and this may account for it as enemies 
would not be so liable to see them. The kinglets 
gave a tsit note on the wing. They fought with 
each other with loudly snapping bills but as far 
as I could see without much damage to each other. 
