P.M.—To Lee’s Cliff via Clamshell . . .

  At Nut Meadow Brook saw, or rather heard, a muskrat plunge into the brook before me, and saw him endeavoring in vain to bury himself in the sandy bottom, looking like an amphibious animal . . . At Heart-leaf Pond the croaking frogs are in full blast . . .

  Saw a large bird sail along over the edge of Wheeler’s cranberry meadow just below Fair Haven . . .

  Saw several yellow redpolls (Sylvia petechia) on the willows by the Hubbard Bridge . . .