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Heard two Mourning Doves cooing.  On coming out at the other side of the swamp I heard a meadowlark across the river.  It surprised me at first.  Then I went home.
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April 8, Monday.
This morning I went down in the fields before breakfast.  In one of Fiske's trees that White-rumped Shrike was singing.  It seems to have two notes; one like the mew of a Catbird and the other like the squeaking of a pump handle intermixed with loud [[underlined]] Kras [[/underlined]]
On the river there were

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a pair of Wood Ducks.  They flew up with a whistled note before I saw them.  I followed the river to below where H. Hackett used to live but did not see them again.
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This evening after supper a Kingfisher flew over silently.  They are not noisy yet.
While going up town a flock of 7 Sandhill Cranes flew north over the town.  There were 5 in one bunch and 2 more a little to one side.  Their flight was slow and flapping.  They were a