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Near the Half Moon the Crows were bothering the Barred Owls. I went over there and saw a young one sitting on a limb. Sticks had no effect on him but he watched me closely looking rather ridiculous.

Red-eyed Vireos were very common. Their songs came from all directions from the tops of the trees mingled with that of the Yellow-throated.

White-breasted Nuthatches were in full song I think that they are just beginning to nest. The males sat on the tip top of some dead tree high above the ground and sang making up in persistence what they lacked in music. I have never found one of their nests.

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Heard two [[erased word?]] Maryland Yellowthroats singing but did not see either as they were across the river.

Least Flycatchers were thick. I heard them calling [[underline]] chebec [[/underline]] and a another single note in all directions.

Heard one[[insert erased word]][[?rather]][[/insert]] song that puzzled me but finally I made the bird out to be the Cerulean Warbler. The song was a distinctive one something like that of Compsoth lypis Americana usneae. It was [[underline]] zu zu zu zu zee zee zee-e-e-es [[/underline]] The last two notes trilled. The birds kept to the tops of the trees and were very restless. A distinctive mark was a dark line across the white breast. The light shone so in my eyes that it was hard to see colors. I saw two or three.