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nest in the ditch by the Old Pasture and collected it.
It was in a little hollow and was well concealed by grass. The female flew out as I came along.

Heard a number of Black-Poll Warblers they sang [[underline]] tsink-a tsink-a tsink-a tsink a [[/underline]]. They kept pretty well in the trees and did not hunt through the bushes as some Warblers do.

I tried to watch the Yellow Warbler build but she refused to do any thing but scold. The nest is in plain sight of any one that passes and will most likely be gone before next week.

Heard a Catbird singing 

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and noticed that it mocked the notes or songs of the Spotted Sandpiper, Meadowlark and Baltimore Oriole all in the space of the minute or two in which I listened to it.

At the Hemlocks Bluffs as soon as I came I heard an entirely new song like [[underline]] ee-e-e-e-e-zip [[/underline]] and followed it for a quite a while before I identified the bird as a Parula Warbler. It kept high up in the trees and was so small that I rarely got a glimpse of it. Finally it went into a giant Hemlock on top of the rock. It made short trips to other trees but always returned to the big one. Finally it lit on a low dead limb