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brushpile close by. I stood still but one perceived and flew off calling excitedly. Others followed and soon the main flock went . the last one in its hurry bursting out through a mass of twigs.

The Song are beginning to slightly dominate the Tree Sparrows while a small flock of Juncoes was as exclusive as ever.

Meadowlarks were in full song and were spread all through the fields.

Flickers were also abundant. They were shouting in all directions.
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After breakfast I started for the Hemlocks as usual. Below Fullmer's I started up two Song Sparrows and had to follow quite a distance before I could see their breasts and thus make sure that they not Swamp Sparrows. Their backs looked light-colored in the glimpse of them that I got of them and then they skulked through the bushes and grass and were hard to find at all.

Another one across the river [[underline]]chimped[[/underline]] at me in a queer deprecatory manner. A Junco sang, scolded and