Philoleta minor. Lake Umbagog, Maine. Beautiful song. 1896. Watrous and I this evening after a walk retraced our May 14. steps to the Sargent pasture where we found two Woodcock sing- ing and peeping, both unusually fine performers with full, rich voices. Perhaps this rarefied air helped them a bit but certain it is that I never remember to have heard such sweet and strong singers before. It is surprising that anyone can deny its great musical merit. It does not suffer by compari- son with the many fine bird songs of this region but, on the contrary, seems to be one of the most delightful of them all. The birds were about 200 yards off, one in a perfectly open rough, hummocky pasture 100 yards from any cover, the other on a springy flat sparsely covered with young willows, maples and other saplings.