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April

April 1, Sunday 

This morning I heard a Song Sparrow and several Meadowlarks singing. The Song Sparrow was the one that was here last year. It was down by the ditch. I went down. It was in a little box elder tree. It sang twice and then flew off. A Prarie Horned Larks song sounded creaky beside it.
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After breakfast I went down to the ditch again. Saw a pair of Robins courting. There was a perceptable difference in their breasts. The male would  utter a few hardly audible [[underline]] chwaps [[/underline]] and the female would fly at him in a rage. Then he would go on. finally they flew off. The female always ran after the male whenever he approached. He lit on a fence that was not painted and I could hardly distinguish him as he had his