Monday, August 30, 1869.
  Clear and pleasant.
Ther. about 60[degrees] - 70[degrees] - 
60[degrees] - . Rose at 5 A.M.
& went out on the farm
with Mr. Davenport,
after Robins. I killed
during the morning four,
& he five birds.
In A.M. went into
Boston with Pat on
the old wagon & met
father & mother, who had
just come from Rye,
at the depot.
Pat came out with
the baggage & I home in
the cars with father &
mother.
In P.M. took Dart &
beat the old swamp,
stopping a young male
Wood Duck at ninety
yards rise, & killing a
Quak & a Par. Rail.
Tuesday, August 31, 1869.
  Clear and quite
cool. Ther. about 60[degrees] - 68[degrees] - 
60[degrees]. Rose as usual.
After breakfast went
down to the pond and
spent the forenoon in
my boat, sailing about.
Fired a number of times
at Kingfishers but only
killed one.
Returned in time for
dinner. Spent first
part of P.M. in the house
but at sunset drove
over to Pout pond and
waited till dark but
nothing came in.
Progna Purpurea. Just
at dusk saw large
number of them light
in small maple trees,
for the night.
Chordeiles Popetae. They
are now migrating
Southward in large numbers.