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On our way home along 79th Street near the Indiana Belt Line tracks, 
in a cowyard we noticed some birds that looked like plovers. Hoping to see 
some golden plovers among them we stopped to get a better look. A flock 
of 100 or more, starlings and cowbirds along with them, were feeding with 
the cattle and around under their feet as cowbirds often do. They proved to 
be all golden plovers, as they had the dark tail, whereas the black-bellied 
plover has the white rump and tail. We thought this strange, but inquiring 
of a friend later, I found that they do feed in pastures with cattle. These 
birds seemed fearless and when disturbed just flew up with the starlings, 
circled round, and came back to feed on something there to their fancy. 
September 29 was a day of a large migration of birds that came into 
the Chicago region on a night of rain. There were many juncos, white- 
throats, and both the mature and immature white-crowned sparrows. The 
mature birds were very lovely with their clean black-and-white striped 
heads. One with them looked different, and on closer observation I found 
that it was a Gambel’s sparrow. The white line in Gambel’s goes through 
over the eye to the bill, where in the white-crowned the line stops at the 
eye. A flock of cedar waxwings, adults and immature, were good to look at. 
The winter wren made himself heard before he was seen, creeping under 
low plants on the ground. As he called I saw him, and another answered 
a few yards away. The house wren was not to be absent, and I saw him too. 
He does not have the bright brown of the winter wren, being grayer and 
somewhat larger. Warblers led in numbers this morning with palms, 
myrtles and scattered others, such as orange-crowned, a female black- 
throated blue, black-throated green, black and white, magnolia and redstart, 
identified, with others not easy to classify. The vireos were well represented 
there by the blue-headed, warbling, red-eyed and yellow-throated. Only one 
least flycatcher put in his appearance. The yank yank of the nuthatch was 
heard and, when eventually seen, it proved to be the red-breasted. His call 
is not as loud as the white-breasted, so he can be known though not seen; 
that has been my experience with him. Both golden- and ruby-crowned 
kinglets were much in evidence, the golden giving the three notes, the ruby- 
crowned his tut tut, making it easy to know the two apart. Brown creepers 
were busy feeding up and down the tree trunks and giving a call somewhat 
like the golden-crowned kinglet, only his call seems to have but two notes 
where the kinglet has three, see see see. 
Robins, flickers, catbirds, brown thrashers, joined the parade. The rose- 
breasted grosbeak was giving his call but was not seen. Then a thrill came 
in the form of a scarlet tanager, a very late date for him. He had the black 
wings and tail, but, instead of being scarlet, he had a lemon or greenish 
yellow breast with an irregular flame colored stripe down the center, a patch 
of flame color under the shoulder of his wings on the breast, and a larger 
patch of flame color under the tail. A large green worm was giving him 
plenty to do at the time. An American bittern had just startled me by 
flying up close by when all at once I heard a great splash in front of me as 
though a person had fallen into the water. I hardly dared look. All I saw 
was rings in the water. Then up came a head, then the breast and wing's of 
a large osprey. He seemed to be as surprised as I was, for when he flew 
