1891, 
June 27
(No 4)
England.
Chester. - like the one yesterday. After a little
search I found it flitting among some fallen
tops acting precisely like our Winter Wren.
  In an opening of about an acre in extent
with grassy, hillocky surface, stitched and 
sprinkled with a few bushes, pines and
hawthorns we came upon a bird which
at first puzzled Newstead. He finally decided
that it was a Tree Pipit. It was as fine
a singer as I have yet heard in England
excepting only the Willow Warbler & Robin.
The song was very varied. Sometimes it
resembled the Skylark's, again the Canary's.
The ending, a plaintive peer, peer, peer, peer
was very sweet and plaintive. The bird
sang on the tops of the trees and in the air,
mounting to a height of about 40 feet
and shooting down like a parachute with
tail spread and sings held spread and
pointing upward reminding me a little of
a Chat (Icteria).
  I saw a pair of Squirrels, my first. They 
ran nimbly from tree to tree over the ground
making short excursions up some of the 
pines. Ear tufts prominent. Fur loose and
deep. Their motions seemed less animated
than those of our Red Squirrel, about like
our Gray Squirrels but less graceful. Neither
animal made any sound.
  I also saw a Stoat. I was creeping near
a fallen pine top and had already called