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Winter Wren came out from under a piece of bark and flew into a dense tangle where I lost him. I thought that perhaps there was a nest there but could find no sign of one.

A Single Tree Swallow flew over about 150 feet up going due south. To the naked eye its underparts looked black.

Several Black and White Warblers were hunting around. They kept high up but hunted along the tree trunks and larger branches. Frequently they were upside down but they never remained long in one position. They were all males.

Saw a single Golden-crowned Kinglit. I just looked at it by chance. It was the only

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one I have seen so far this month. It was in with the Ruby-crowned species. These were very thick. They were all over high and low down. Their scolding chatter came from all sides and occasionally one sang. The greater part of them were females.

By Partridge Creek a flock of about twenty-five birds flew silently over my head and lit in the trees beyond. They sat there silently for a minute craning their necks to look at me and looking much like English Sparrows. Then they all broke in subdued [[underline]] tinks [[/underline]] or scraps of song and I knew them for Purple Finches. Perhaps it was the same flock seen last winter. Anyway they were just as