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They were persistent singers. Two fought and chased each other through the branches. One lit close to me and sang. They kept their wings drooped. They hunted through the delicate sprays of half opened leaves rarely going among the larger branches although restless they hunted one tree through thoroughly before going to another. The song could be heard for quite a distance.

Saw a Magnolia Warbler - It kept well hidden in a maple that was fully leaved out making it hard to watch it. The song was a low warble like [[underline]]wiss wiss wiss wiss we [[sav?]]. [[/underline]]

Heard a Wilson[[strikethrough]]s[[/strikethrough]]Thrush sing but did not see it.

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Crossed the River on some flood trash. A male Song Sparrow became much excited and I went along carefully looking for a nest about 80 feet from where I began to look the female flew up and I found the nest in a little hollow near the top of the river bank. It was hidden by nettles and other plant growths. It contained four Song Sparrow and two Cowbird eggs. I collected it for Molothrus ater.

Farther on a Mourning Dove tumbled off from her nest in a little hollow on an oak stump. It was near the top of a high bank about three feet from the ground. The hollow was lined with a few grasses and rootlets on which were two eggs. (Set (no.5)