SWALLOW POND lOI 



beyond a few horned pout (an uncom- 

 monly uninviting morsel) is more than I 

 can see. They always disappear by the 

 last week in May. Along the brook's 

 side I am sure to find juncos and gold- 

 finches, while flickers, crows, and blue 

 jays are omnipresent the year round. In 

 the last week in April, Savannah, vesper, 

 field, and chipping sparrows arrive, and 

 the sweet voice of the white-throated spar- 

 row is to be continually heard through 

 the spring. This year, for the first time, 

 a pair of crows built in one 

 of the white pines on the 

 pond's edge, within one hun- 

 dred feet of a great thorough- 

 fare, a very exposed situation 

 for Corvus.to choose for his 

 home. The chimney swifts 

 inhabit the flues of a neigh- 

 boring house, and can be seen 

 darting in and out all sum- 

 mer. Barn and white-bellied 

 swallows are also among the first spring 

 arrivals, and circle over the fields and 

 pond, often touching the latter's placid 

 surface with their wing-tips. 



One morning last May, when the night 



