46 THE AUDUBONYT BULLE iS 
Later in the morning when the garden was warm in sunshine, we 
looked down from the porch window and saw the mourning warbler in 
a honeysuckle bush and as we watched he sang part of the song heard 
high in the tree in the dawn. Both the male and female mourning 
warbler spent several days with us during the spring migration last 
year, and were seen about our pool and the one in our neighbor’s gar- 
den. But we never noted a song. On reading up the bird in the Chap- 
man Handbook, the song was found given exactly as it came to us in 
the early morning. 
“Tts common song consists of a simple, clear, warbling whistle, re- 
sembling the syllables ’true, ’true, ’true, ’true, ’too, the voice rising 
on the first three syllables and falling on the last two. Sometimes, 
when otherwise occupied, the first, or first two, syllables are omitted.” 
It is seldom one has the pleasure of taking the song first, and then 
so surely identifying the bird on the same day, and this song will cer- 
tainly be a permanent record, to be welcomed familiarly in subsequent 
Bird Notes 
By CHARLES M. MORSE 
s ESTERDAY forenoon there was one grand commotion among the 
birds. I could distinguish the voices of Redhead, Flicker, Robin, 
Blue Bird, and 1,000,000 English Sparrows yelling Help-Police- 
Murder-Kill ’em, etc. The riot centered around the hickory tree and I 
hot-footed over there to investigate. The foliage being dense I was 
unable to find the cause of disturbance so concluded to watch the Blue 
Bird, feeling confident he would solve the problem. Sure enough, he 
flew from the bough and fluttered for several seconds. I followed the 
perpendicular line and two feet below I discovered Scaramouche, or his 
brother, or his cousin, or his aunt. I shied a club and Screecher took to 
wing with the entire mob in his wake. Scaramouche took refuge in the 
little grove down the road. I did not follow to see what happened. 
It is a pointer as to who destroyed the Robin’s nest under the front 
porch and took the young. 
The Blue Birds have nested in the box opposite my window. I 
thought it time to ““uncork” the box, which I did in the evening, and 
early the following morning I heard their cheerful “‘noise.”’ It seems fine 
to have them so near again. 
The Barn Swallows seem to be more numerous this season, at least 
there is an ‘“‘overflow” as two pairs are building in the horse barn. 
Yesterday morning a pair of Cedar Waxwings levied assessment on 
my red raspberries. Doubtless nesting near by as I have seen them 
several times. 
