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36. was ice in the puddles. A spotted Sandpiper was feeding in Fiske's marsh. It raised its wings in a nervous hesitating manner and as I approached flew over to a pond further on. A Red-winged Blackbird flew up about twenty rods off and sang on the wing. His epaulettes showed a brilliant patch of red even at that distance. A mixed flock of Bronzed Grackle and Cowbirds lit in a tree ahead of me. Rather curious to see these two together. The Grackles were all females. Across the river a single male Rusty Blackbird gurgled and bubbled his song and then flew on to the West. White-throated Sparrows [[end page]] [[start page]] 37. were extremely abundant. They flew up in front of me in flocks of about twenty five and lit in the bushes and trees where they sunned themselves or straggled along in front of me through the willows and brush piles. They were more peacable than the Trees and did not quarrel so much. The song of the males was much in evidence but I think that the female predominated. White-crowned Sparrows were distinguishable by their larger size and louder flight. I took one for a female Chewink when it first flew up. Saw a Red-headed Woodpecker on a tree. It called to me in its usual manner.