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turned down from the track, I heard a new song. I found a fine male Golden-Winged Warbler singing a "different" song repeatedly for several minutes as he sat in a little tree in the clearing. He then shifted into the more usual "swee-e-e-e-e-zeu-zeu-zeu". A very pretty bird.
Claude Mahoney says Whip-poor-wills arrived at his Fairfax farm on April 24.

May 7 1951, Monday.
While dressing at 7:05 a.m. (E.D.T.) near the front window, I heard a warbler song in our elm out front. Saw a [[underlined]] Cape May Warbler [[/underlined]] (♂) on the limb - tips nearest the house. I hurried down for the glasses and double-checked as he sat still singing. Ten minutes