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150 March 15, Sunday. This morning after breakfast it was cold and cloudy with an east wind. Started for the Hemlocks. In the Old Pasture (Bonnell's, Maine's etc.) I saw a few Tree Sparrows. They skulked in the grass for a while and then flew up in the trees. Before I left they all straggled along over [[my?]] to the Brushpiles in the east end calling as they went. One or two Red-winged Blackbirds flew over calling and I heard several Bluebirds which I was unable to locate. By the Alder Swamp I [[end page]] [[start page]] 151 heard a Prairie Horned Lark singing and looked it up to make sure of its indentity. It flew off out of sight to the west but soon other came chasing each other over the fields from the direction in which it had disappeared. A single Crow in Alder Swamp (Voeck's Pasture, Dahlke's Pasture, etc,) sat in the top of an elm. I went through the swamp towards him. Suddenly it gave a vociferous [[underline]] caw caw [[/underline]] and I thought it was calling to some others. A few steps farther on I heard a sudden rush