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Cooper's Hawk came sailing by. It had a very long tail and flew a few quick flapping strokes and then sailed after which it repeated the performance. It was like that of the Meadow lark but lacked the snap of the latters flight. It lit in the top of a dead by the ravines and I got the spy glass to look at it. It sat there clear at the tip top and kept sharp watch on all sides. I lowered the glass for an instant to adjust it and when I looked again it was gone.

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Then I went over by the ditch. Nashville Warblers were feeding in the little box elders and I stopped to watch them. Two kept together all the time. One chased the other all the time.

Heard a queer harsh [[underlined]]gur[[/underlined]] or [[underlined]]zee[[/underlined]] from Fiske's corn field. At first I thought it was a Meadowlark. I followed it up and saw the bird but was not certain what it was. It flew and I followed it from one place to another. Finally another joined it and I indentified them as Song Sparrows!