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Collector: Grinnell - 1925
Location: To Mt. Lassen
Date: Aug. 1
Page Number: 2538
main hot springs are. At five this morning, I woke,
hearing the full song of the Olive-sided Flycatcher, repeated
many times from the tip of a big red fir. By the way,
red firs might more appropriately be called "black"
firs: the mass of the tree, folige [sic] and branches, deeply
shaded centrally, look black, the ends of the sprays,
blue-green. As we got breakfast and prepared to
come up the trail, Cassia Purple Finches, including adult
males and Siskins came to the ground around
the old log cabin and the camping places. We
left camp about 6:45. Along streamlets and around little
seepage meadows grown to grass and veratrum, and
surrounded with mats of Spirea densiflora (lavender
flower spikes), heather (blossoming profusely now) and on
dry surfacing ridges, arctostaphylos nevadensis,
small birds, chiefly young of the year, were
abundant. Crowds of them flew up ahead of us,
including Juncos, Siskins, Cassia Purple Finches,
and Chipping Sparrows. Also saw 2 Orange-crowned
(or Lutescent) Warblers in fresh new immature plumage,
some Audubon Warblers, Western Tanagers, and lots of
Crossbills. The latter were in scattering companies
in hemlocks around seepage meadows, "chupping"(?)
much. Also, I saw a sequestered pair in the
top of a small hemlock. The [male sign] singing
protractedly, a song reminding me of a green-
backed goldfinch in variableness but much sharper noted; not
so sadly melodious, still pleasant to the human ear.