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24. April 30, Thursday. This afternoon about four oclock Art Rudy and I went up in the River Woods. It had been cold all day with snow but was quite warm then. Myrtle Warbler flew along through the bushes ahead and I saw two handsome Nashville Warblers hopping around on the ground. The way in which they clung to the side of a nearly perpendicular mud bank seemed almost marvelous. White-throated Sparrows were very thick and I saw half a dozen Juncoes and some Tree Sparrows. A pair of Hermit Thrushes flew up ahead and then [[end page]] [[start page]] 25. one of them went to feeding. It ran quickly along a log and caught a miller and then stood looking at me in that position bent over almost to the ground and with its tail thrown over its back in a perfectly ludicrous manner more like a Catbird than a Thrush. Saw Two Bobwhites, a pair, in a brushpile. They have begun mating already. Five Palm Warblers were hopping around on the ground wagging their tails and calling [[underline]]chit[[/underline]] sharply. They sang somewhat in the manner of Myrtle Warbler in a weak trilling tone. The was low that it was hard to catch.