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Sept. 3, 1899, Sun.

Went down by the pasture and seated myself on a box.  I looked down the pasture about 15 rods, and saw a bird fly to the ground.  I watched and presently it flew towards me.  By its bounding flight and loud joyous [[underlined]] [[per-chic-o-ree]] [[/underlined]]  I knew it was a goldfinch.  It was a male still in his bright colors. It lit in a wet patch nearby and I came closer to see what he was doing and the pretty little fellow was drinking dew-drops.

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Soon a pair of male Goldfinches came bounding along.  Just before they lit they gave a note like  [[underlined]] speet-wheet-wheetoo [[/underlined]] 
One lit on a corn tassel but the other chased him off then he went down to dewdrops and as he dropped I saw distinctly the white middle of the tail. When they flew they went like this: opening their wings and then closing them on each upward glide like this: [[curved line]] open closed open closed [[/curved line]] when it lights it gives a turn upwards.