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watched it a little. It ran along a log went on the ground and then was back in an instant scratching its head with its foot over its wings. Then it sat still and looked at me until my patience gave out and I went on.

Saw three or four Nashville Warblers feeding in a patch of Gooseberry bushes. They called [[[underline]]tsit[[/underline]] but did not sing. They were very brilliant birds.

Found place where the Chewinks and White-throats and been scratching that looked as if it had been gone over with a rake.

Saw a Palm Warbler flycatching flirting its tail like a Phoebe. Two others were wading around in the water in a little gully. They were very tame.

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In going around a brush pile I got a momentary glimpse of a Chestnut-sided Warbler. I followed it around trying to get a clever glimpse of it but it kept well hidden in the brushpile. It kept its wings hanging and looked very handsome. It was restless that I could follow its movements easily.

Saw a number of Brown Thrashers by the Railroad Bridge. One gave a low song and another answered with a perfect imitation of a Baltimore Oriolis' song.

May 3, Sunday.

This morning before breakfast I went down in the fields. It was quite warm although there