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red-wings and mockingbirds. The blue jays plainly were of two subspecies. 
A small one had among the many notes of its repertory a loud gull-like call. 
I ran out several times, thinking there were some gulls on the lawn, till I 
saw one make the noise. The red-belly was also noisy, one loud, raucous 
call like the red-head, a loud cat-like one, besides several others. After a 
few days they were nearly all gone (this holds good for the local form of 
the gray squirrel too), and then they were here again. Thus, on the 23rd 
of March I saw about eight bluebirds on the way to Orlando; on the 24th, 
driving over the same way, not a one. Therefore, the eight were probably 
migrating ones, others that I saw there all “winter” Florida ones. 
The permanent residents which were more or less in evidence since 
October were the following: mockingbird, blue jay (the small one dis- 
appeared, it must have been the southern blue jay), Florida jay (quite 
different from the blue jay), bluebird, cardinal, blue-gray gnatcatcher, 
summer tanager, tufted titmouse, brown thrasher, white-eyed-towhee (the 
red-eyed passed through), Florida bobwhite, black and turkey vultures, 
coot, pied-billed grebe (the horned grebe was twice seen on the lake), 
Carolina wren (probably also the Florida wren, a larger edition of the 
Carolina), meadowlark, loggerhead shrike, Florida redwing, southern and 
Florida crows, mourning and ground doves, southern flicker, pileated wood- 
pecker, little sparrow hawk (?), Florida screech owl, Florida red-shouldered 
hawk, Ward’s heron, American and perhaps snowy egrets, little blue and 
Louisiana herons, Florida cormorants, and the kingfisher. The last named 
reminds me of an amusing coincidence. One evening I sat on my neighbor’s 
dock, watching the sunset and drinking in the beauty of lovely Lake Butler. 
Minnows were jumping out around me. I thought to myself, it is strange 
that I have seen no kingfisher so far. Just then the rattle of one sounded 
from near the shore behind me, and in a moment the author of it flew by me. 
Besides these permanent residents there were, of course, the winter 
residents from the north. One day in October or November was a flycatcher 
day; they must have been the ones from the south-eastern coast states. 
Some kingbirds stayed several days. The phoebe was much in evidence all 
winter, as were the myrtle and palm warblers. The former found things 
to their liking in the numerous bushes along the lakes and elsewhere; the 
palms were unostentatiously picking up things on the lawns, in orange 
groves, in fact anywhere. That also holds good for the chipping and field 
sparrows. Yesterday (March 24) there were quite a few on and below 
my feeding shelf. In fact, they are on it now. I wonder when they plan 
to be in their northern summer home, which must be at the southern edge 
of their breeding range. 
So that is one charm for the newcomer from the north; what to expect, 
where and when. As already indicated, another one is the complication of 
the subspecies new to him. That becomes evident the first day one is here. 
There are crows flying over, and redwings in the tree next to the kitchen, 
bet they speak with a foreign accent, as John Muir says. The crows do not 
say ca, but aw, ah, and gawk, the former calls reminding one of the calls 
of young crows up north, the latter of barnyard ducks. The redwing’s tones 
one recognizes at once as such, but again the syllables are different. Instead 
