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Maine's Woods  5:30 P.M.

April 27, 1902
This afternoon I went down the fields.  Cowbirds were flying around in considerable numbers.
[[marginalia]] flocks [[/marginalia]]  Generally in flocks of about 25.
[[marginalia]] note [[/marginalia]]  They had a great variety of notes one was given constantly and was like a hard glassy [[underlined]] tuck [[/underlined]] and was given by both sexes.  The females were generally the most numerous.  
[[marginalia]] drying [[/marginalia]]  They flew down to bathe in the little slough and then went up in the trees to dry their feathers.  They beat the water out of their tails with their wings.  A pair of Robins chased them away from tree containing their nest.  When I went up to watch them bathe they left.