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This afternoon I went over across the river. Saw some Vesper Sparrows by the ravines. It was warm. They were feeding in [[strike through]] the [[/strike through]]a field and did not seem to mind the wind. They had a curious white line on the neck. I watched one feeding. It did not seem to notice me. It hopped around and scratched by jumping forward and then backward dragging its claws as it went back. A Myrttle warbler

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lit on a fence and wagged its tail vigorously. It gave a call not like [[underline]]tchik[[/underline]]. Underparts whitish streaked on sides with black upper breast same back and [[round?]] brownish rump yellow tail tipped with white; white above and back of the eye. It was a young one. It sang in a low, sweet, bubbling manner. It was hunting around in the weeds. It caught insects up by Voll's

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