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A Ruffed Grouse throbbing drum came pulsing from the woods as I started for home. It was the only one I heard though I listened for them all afternoon.

A Killdeer in a Pasture by Donaheys seemed much excited and as I approached a field his mate joined him. A careful search of three quarters of an hour revealed nothing although the birds seemed very anxious.

May 11, Monday.

This morning in Baraboo Rose-breasted Grosbeaks were common. They fed on Hoags lawn on the seeds of the Catalpa tree. The males chased the females swiftly through the

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trees singing beautifully and revealing sudden flashes of color as they turned. Frequently two males pursued one of the opposite sex and then the air was filled with color and music. They uttered a scolding note at turns.

Robins are hatching. I picked up several half-shell on the lawn.

Those Mourning Doves written about May 8 are still quarreling. They are building a nest over in [[Gathkers?]] yard. The males flap their wings loud but do not do each other much harm I fancy.

A Yellow Warbler was hunting in front of the house. I copied its song as [[underline]] sweeta sweeta sweeta sweet [[seeway?]] [[/underline]] Sometimes the last two notes were [[underline]] tsu tsu [[/underline]]