Songs of Passerella iliaca Immense flight of Juncos 287 MASS. (Middlesex Co.) 1876. (April 5) experiment how I enjoyed such a surfeit of glorious music, nearly every tree had had its songs all invisible and adding fairy like music to an enchanted scene. Some of these performers spelled any that I have ever heard before on in special bringing out his superb melody in perfectly moulded bars of rich liquid delicious sound, and with the same leisurely manner as the hermit thrush. In commencing he invariably hesitated just a thought after the first note, this bird really seemed to unite the best characteristic of the 50 Sparrows song with that of the Thrush's and long after I had with reluctance left the neighborhood of his presence I could still catch parts of his song and distinguish them from those of his companions. What would I not have given to have captured that bird that I might always enjoy his music, but perhaps it was better not; the beauty of the surrounding scene might then have lost a little and after effort in a gilded cage have proved a disappointment. The whole country was literally flooded with Juncos this morning. I never saw anything like their numbers; four or five thousand would be a low estimate for just a tree bush or thicket but was filled with them. 50 Sparrows were also in great abundance even through the city garden. The Juncos have already given up