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flew off. Heard an Orchard Oriole call and saw it once.
On the edge of the woods I scared up an olive-backed thrush from a place that the water had washed out. It was not very wild but always sat with its back towards me. It was silent. The back was uniform olive. A streak of cream buff spotted with blackish extended around on the side neck.

Scarlet Tanager were common. They were all males.

When I reached the Hemlocks I heard a queer harsh

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song and identified it as a Parula Warbler. It kept moderately high high up. A blackish blur on the yellow breast was a good mark.

Another constant song was that of the Ovenbird. It was like teacher' teacher' teacher' teacher' teacher' teacher' uttered rapidly and accented on the last syllable markedly. It began in a low tone and gained in pitch and volume like: [[illustration of line ascending and thickening from left to right]]. The birds were rather hard to locate as they gave no notes but the song which seemed