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The long [[erased text]] winter wrens gave a note something like that of a Song Sparrow. They hopped around with spread tails giving the rolling note while she gave the [[underlined]] skik-note [[/underlined]] Saw a flock of Quail on the way home. Found a Cedar Waxwings nest with 3 nearly grown young in it. They were wild and flew out went I touched the nest. One stretched up to its fullest height and looked at me fearfully. The nest was lined with wool. then we went home. Saw [[erased text]] Winter Wrens.
September 23, Sunday
This morning I went

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down in the fields before breakfast. Saw a flock of 20 Meadowlarks They were wild. They sang. One had a very clear voice. The others were not so good. Heard a Robin try to sing. It was a rather poor attempt. The Robins are coming around now more.

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After breakfast went down by the ditch saw the flight song of the Indigo Bunting. Heard a strange sweet song but could not ^[[Song Sparrow]] locate the giver in the