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season. They seem to prefer brushy country without thick high trees. I find them in Oak thickets and dry side hills.

Then a Cape May Warbler lit for a minute in a tree top. It gave a faint [[underline]] tsit [[/underline]] and was gone flying with a quick up and down flight.

A Chewink came up into the dead top of an oak and began to sing. I wrote the song as [[underline]]  herlt herl tsee-e-e-e-e-e [[/underline]]. They seem to be coming nearer home or perhaps I am ranging farther now.

One Field Sparrow seemed to have the whole hill to himself and accordingly moved around to different perches.

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After breakfast I went over to the Hemlock Bluffs.

The Bluebirds are building in the gasoline can of an unused street lamp in front of Trumbles. they go in and out so quickly that I can hardly see them. An English Sparrow came down to see what they were doing.

Another pair were carrying material into a bird-house on top of the barn. The female seemed to do all the work. The male went with and sat on top of the house while she was inside. A Sparrow was driven away and even a Robin who lit on the house was forced to take flight. 

Found a Song Sparrow's