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note and arranged a few odds and ends of grass and roots in it. Then they went away and I did not see them again.

A Flicker was just starting its nest In the top of a dead tree nearby. Occasionally it paused work to give a loud [[underline]] wick wick wick [[/underline]] and was answered by its mate from over the hill.

By the Hidden Trail was a flock of about a dozen Myrtle Warblers. They were handsome fellows and carried their wings drooped jauntily and looked at me with sleepy eyes which were entirely belied by [['belied by' is written over 'different from' which has been mostly erased]] their actions. They sang occasionally a rather

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weak song.

April 19, Sunday.

This morning after breakfast I went over in T. Hackett's Woods. About the first thing I heard was the ringing song of the Water-Thrush coming from a pond about forth rods off. I went over there and saw it walking around on sticks that lay in the water. I could never see it when it sang.

A Song Sparrow was also feeding among the mossy logs and it also sang. It was in plain sight however.

A pair of Sayornis Phoebe caught insects near the surface of the water with emphatic jerks of their tails.