April 16 [1962], Monday
I heard my first Chipping Sparrow of the year singing tonight just before dark. The song, the dull, unmusical "ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti" common to the bird, was heard coming from a clump of small trees.
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Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Field Notes from the Past #10
Being a continuation of field-journal entries from the springs of 1962 and 1963 when I was a budding ornithologist of just 15 or 16 growing up in the rural village of Galien in Berrien County, Michigan.
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