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While traversing a field, brush-hogged some four to six weeks ago, and now
showing signs of rejuvenation, with eyes more focussed on butterflies, it was
somewhat of a surprise to flush a song sparrow that hesitated in an adjacent
sapling while showing considerable concern.  Searching the area almost at my feet
I just made out a superbly well hidden nest beneath a dome of grass, not
dissimilar to that of an ovenbird.  On hands and knees for a better look, there in
the dark recess was a clutch of three eggs, blue with heavy brown splotches!
Friday, August 15, 2003.

Roy Pilcher
Proctor, Vermont.

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