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A male Louisiana Water-Thrush came chasing another one both calling angrily and lit close by. They flew immediately on seeing me.

A male Black and White Warbler came next. He sang and called. His wings seemed to have a slight tint of brown near the tips.

A Myrtle Warbler chased a moth and it hid in the bark of tree. The bird clung to the bark and looked around keenly for it. The moth becoming frightened dashed out and was immediately captured.

Then I heard the song of the Black-throated Green Warbler and followed it up. Although I knew the song I did not recognise the bird at once. The song was

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like [[underline]] er tze er hert tsé [[/underline]] to my ear. It was a woodsy buzzing trill not beautiful but pleasing to the ear. He was very restless and had a curious habit of flitting his wings like a Ruby-crowned Kinglit. For a call-note he gave [[underline]] tsit [[/underline]] and when alarmed at my following him a sharp [[underline]] tsuk [[/underline]] varied to [[underline]] tik [[/underline]]. He was more active than any of the others and covered more territory. He also clung to the trees and hunted in the crevices of the bark.

Louisiana Water-Thrushes were singing from the trees all around me. I could hear three or four at once sometimes. While following up one of these I started a Thrush and saw it was a Hermit and