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April 25 Saturday.

This morning after breakfast I went down in the fields. By Fiske's Marsh I paused to look for Wilson's snipe.  As I looked directly at one patch of mud about twenty feet off two rose from it and I could not distinguish them until they started to fly. They seemed large and their backs were very striking.  They circled off and lit somewhere in Dohertys.

White-Throated Sparrows were common. They fed in brushpiles and weed patches.  Ocassionally one would break into song and then half a dozen would sing at once.

Saw a single Bank Swallow.

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about 10:30 Art Rudy and I went over by the Half Moon. Water-Thrushes were singing in all directions. o

Saw one Louisiana Water-Thrush It fed along the shores of the Half Moon and sang a loud brilliant song.

A pair of the rare Rough-winged Swallows were circling over the water.  They lit occasionally in the trees.  One started to light directly in front of me but a sudden sneeze startled it and it flew off.

A Red-bellied Woodpecker gave a peculiar note as he hitched up a tree ahead of us seeming tamer than usual.  It was [[underline]]ke yuk ke yuk ke yuk ke yuk ke yuk.[[/underline]]