I'm always surprised when I hear the strange song or cry of some native North American bird in my New Hampshire environs, and it perturbs me when I can't recognize it. This vociferous, whistling "pip-whee beer” carried a considerable distance.

The stunning song was high and clear over the rest of the bird song I was hearing from this floating bog. It took listening to both cassettes of Peterson's before I finally heard the bird. This was the cheery call of the olive-sided flycatcher.

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