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I did not recognise. I thought that it might be a Shrike but got out to see. Then I saw the bird sitting on a fence post. It looked queer around the head and I went closer. It was a female Yellow-headed Blackbird. It seemed quite a little larger than the Red-wings around it. The breast and throat were dingy yellow and the rest of the plumage a rusty black. The harsh drawn out note was given frequently and may have been an imitation of the song of the male. Then it flew to the ground with a characteristic [[underline]] chuck [[/underline]] and then flew out of sight.

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109.

May 16, Saturday.

This morning after breakfast I went over in the River Woods. Heard a Wood [[Pewee?]] calling from across the river it was the first one of the spring.

Wood Thrushes were quite common. The males sat singing high up against the sky in dead trees. They were generally so far up that they paid no attention to me and did not cease singing.

The Wilson Thrush sang also from a lower perch and I saw one or two Olive-backed Thrushes. The last were very shy and keep well hidden in the goose-berry bushes. When flushed they flew up to a low perch then quickly to