Diary of a teenage birder from New Canaan, circa 1910. Part 4.

May 17, 2020 — “Seating myself on a pile of beanpoles I waited for the author of the note to appear. Soon who should pop up but a newly arrived White-throat, as handsome and jaunty as ever. He was silent, save for the note which had attracted me, but I trust to hear his merry whistling before many days.”
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