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Mr. Fiske had mowed his meadow and a flock of 8 or 10 Meadowlarks were feeding in it. They flew up from in under my feet like Quail. By the ditch near the woods I scared up a bird. It appeared very much excited. I looked around and up flew a female Cowbird and a young bird of some kind or other. The Cowbird had probably been watching it feed. I followed the old bird for some and at last got a good look at it. It was a Vesper Sparrow that had lost its
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tail and the new one was about 1 inch too short yet. Saw some Catbirds feeding on wild Rasberrys. That Brown Thrashers nest was empty and it was tilted to one side. By a thick clump of Hazel bushes a flock of young Quail flew up. The old one called and clucked till they all flew and then took wing herself. Some lit in a tree but I did not see them till they flew. Thier bodies were about as big as a Robin's. Saw a Catbird fly catching in the edge of the woods.