Chimney Swallow
Purple Martin and female
Connecticutt Warbler
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Chimney Swallow
.a short time after sunset, the chimney swallows, which were generally dispersed
about town, began to collect around the court-house, their numbers every moment
increasing, till, like motes in the sunbeams, the air seemed full of them.
These, while they mingled amongst each other seemingly in every direction,
uttering their peculiar note with great sprightliness, kept a regular circuitous
sweep around the top of the courthouse, and about fourteen of fifteen feet above
it, revolving with great rapidity for the space of at least ten minutes. There
could not be less than four or five hundred of them. They now gradually varied
their line of motion, until one part of its circumference passed immediately
over the chimney and about five or six feet above it. Some as they passed made
a slight feint of entering, which was repeated by those immediately after, and
by the whole circling multitude in succession: in this feint they approached
nearer and nearer at every revolution, dropping perpendicularly, but still
passing over; the circle meantime becoming more and more contracted, and the
rapidity of its revolution greater, as the dusk of evening increased, until, at
length, one, and then another, dropped in, another and another followed, the
circle still revolving , until the whole multitude had descended, except one or
tow. These flew off, as if to collect the stragglers, and, in a few seconds,
returned, with six or eight more, which, after one or two rounds, dropped in one
by one, and all was silence for the night. It seemed to me hardly possible that
the internal surface of the vent could accommodate them all, without clustering
on one another, which I am informed they never do; and I was very desirous of
observing their ascension in the morning, but having to set off before day, I
had not that gratification.
Purple Martin
I never met with more than one man who disliked the martins, and would not
permit them to settle about his house. This was a penurious close-fisted
German, who hated them, because, as he said, "they ate his peas." I told him he
must certainly be mistaken, as I never knew an instance of martins eating peas;
but he replied with coolness, that he had many times seen them himself, "blaying
near the hife, and going schnip, schnap;" by which I understood that it was his
bees that had been the sufferers; and the charge could not be denied.
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