THREE rare: birds. 
Three Rare Birds. 
BY A PINFEATHER ORNITHOEOGIST. 
If you go down the Bedford Plains Road to the Glen- 
wood addition, pass Brie Street therein, and pause by the 
old cellar on the left, you will probably hear, after a bit, 
a strange song to Manchester ears. A series of chromatic 
zees, eight or ten' of them, will tell you that there is a 
Prairie Warbler out there to the left somewhere in the scrub 
pines and tiny oak trees. You will confuse his notes 
a little at first with those of the Field Sparrow, the 
end of whose song has half the ten- zee 
dencies, sung so rapidly as to zee 
almost become a trill. The zee 
Prairie, on the other zee 
hand, is more delib- zee 
erate, and has • zee 
no preamble zee 
to his Zee 
while the field sparrows give several slow notes by way of 
prelude to their quicker trill. 
Dendroica discolor is very accomodating after he has 
drawn you to him by his song. He sits on a bough, four 
or five feet from the ground, and lets you inspect him at 
quite close range. First he shows you his greenish upper 
parts with that large chestnut patch between his shoulders, 
which is his distinctive bit of coloring and somehow very 
hard to see. He lets you see his brownish tail and wing 
tips, his yellowish wing coverts and then he will sing for you. 
The way he puts his head back and opens his bill very 
wide, and humps his back by way of attitude, shows you 
that he has his own ideas in regard to Delsartian singing 
position. Then he droops his tail, and beats time with 
it, in such a way that you say to yourself, “There is his 
metronome.” Now he flies to another tree—never very 
