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2. 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. [[end page]] [[start page]] 3. 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.