6 A.M.—To Hill.

  I hear the myrtle-bird’s te-e-e, te-e-e, t t t, t t t, clear flute-like whistle, and see eight or ten crow blackbirds together.

  P.M.—To Lee’s Cliff.

  C. [William Ellery Channing] says he saw upland plover two or three nights ago. the sweet-gale begins to leaf. I perceive the fragrance of the Salix alba, now in bloom, more than an eighth of a mile distant. They now adorn the cause-ways with their yellow blossoms and resound with the hum of bumblebees . . .

  Just before sundown, took our seats before the owl’s nest and sat perfectly still and awaited her appearance. We sat about half an hour, and it was surprising what various distinct sounds we heard there deep in the wood, as if the aisles of the wood were so many ear-trumpets,—the cawing of crows, the peeping of hylas in the swamp and perhaps the croaking of a tree-toad . . .