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One male [[underlined]] American Merganser [[/underlined]] flying west above the W. & O.D. R.R. tracks, unmistakable.

May 3, 1952 - Sat.
Arrived in old woods (Glen Carlyn Park) at 6:45 A.M. Even with cotton T-shirt & green wool shirt, I felt rather cool while in the shade. Light breeze, brilliant blue sky with occasional wispy white clouds, and the entire woods filled with fragrance - don't believe all the fragrance could be from dogwood and wild azalea - perhaps other trees also. Oaks have been blooming, but are now losing their Catkins.
As I parked in usual place, again heard the little song of the Cape May Warbler, sounding [[underlined]] somewhat [[/underlined]] like a Bl. & White song in quality. One was in the maple tree in the corner of the garden of the old church-like home, right above the car. It flew down the street a few yards, where it joined another Cape May in