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It found a grub in the maple and settled down with its head straight out for a minute and then flying to an elm jammed it in a crevice and ate it. It was female. It kept up a low [[underline]] ick ick [[/underline]] all the time.

A Male Downy Woodpecker still comes to the suet in the maple - He looked rather ragged and is very quiet although he is not frightened by any one going by, I hardly knew when he came or went.

A Chestnut-sided Warbler gave a song like [[underline]] sweet sweet sweet sweet swee swee shur [[/underline]] the last three notes being given quietly with a rising inflection. The first part was something like a Yellow Warbler.

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45.

After Dinner I started for the Hemlock Bluffs. It was warm and looked like rain.

Noticed that the male Purple Martin has a single small while feather at the bend of his left wing.

Some Bronzed Grackles were feeding in Fiske's Marsh and farther on several were with some Red-winged Blackbirds in an oatfield. A single female of the later species was sitting in the willows along the river. She gave a note like [[underline]] quit [[/underline]] and jerked her tail nervously but did not seem much afraid.

Several Myrle Warblers of both sexes were in the Old Pasture. They were very active. One flew out and got an insect just above the surface of the water.