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one or two young ^[[ones]], who were probably not so strong on the wing as the others sat on the tassels of Mr. [[Fiske's?]] corn. I made a drawing of one of them on the next page. It sat all humped and kept turning its head from side to side. It did not seem at all afraid. They all kept up a continuous conversation. The notes given her a slurring [[underline]] chwat [[/underline]] and another note like [[underline]] cha [[/underline]]. Occasionally one (probably an adult) would fly over me given a note like [[underline]] peaw [[/underline]] uttered in one syllable. The young ones

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sometimes answered with 

[[image - drawing of young bird on tree limb]]
[[caption]] Immature Cliff Swallow [[/caption]]

The same note. The young ones on the wing chased each other and had friendly little spats in the air. All of them seemed to have an air of jollity about them. 
While I was writing my notes it began to drizzle. The swallows then came lower down and lit on barb wire fences. There were