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kept low down down or in the tops of the trees indifferently. They gave a loud [[underline]] whup [[/underline]] and other notes. Frequently they came low down and sat still looking around. They seemed to like to keep a screen between them selves and  me.

Saw several Blackburnian Warblers and heard their song. It was [[underline]] tsee tsee tsee tsee tsee tsick-a s-s-s-s [[/underline]]. It could always be recognised by the thin hissing sound at the end.

A [[female symbol]] Yellow Warbler puzzled me for a minute but I soon recognised her. She was feeding in a tangle of wild currants and gave a note like [[underline]] [[tsut?]] [[/underline]]. She was a good deal duller in color than the males.

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This afternoon I went up Hawk Creek. A Robin had built on a flat iron crosspiece in the top of the bridge. The English Sparrows were now engaged in building a nest of their own on top of it.

The White-rumped Shrikes had built again in the tangle of bittersweet in the bush along the road. It was about eight feet up. The nest was large and was composed of grass and weeds built deep and lined with chicken feathers. It contained six eggs one of which had the [[ureath??]] around the small end. I collected both nest and eggs. One of the birds sat a few feet away and came almost within reach