1891. England.
June 27
(No 7)
Chester. - guttural than that of our Crow which 
they resemble very closely in general
appearance whether flying or stalking about
in the fields. The wing beats are perhaps
a little quieter but no one, certainly
would notice this or any other difference
were a half-dozen Rooks to fly over
him and alight in one of our New
England pastures, provided they kept
silent. Their peculiar caw would betray
them at once, however.
  Along this road I saw my first fox glove.
It is indeed a beautiful flower, quite deserving
of all the encomiums that Burroughs bestows on
it. It grew only sparingly here, a plant or two
in a place, usually on the side of banks. There
was also gorse, very prickly, just coming into bloom,
the flowers yellow; brown, of similar general aspect
but without prickles, covered with masses of yellow
flowers very like those of the gorse; and a little
heather with the purple flowers opening at the 
ends of the sprays.
  In a hollow filled scatteringly with young
oaks we saw another Tree Pipit. It was sitting
on a dead breach singing at frequent, regular
intervals, In form, as well as general coloring it
reminded me of our Oven-bird and it had
the same way of sitting in a crouching attitude
very still turning the head from side to side. It
also walked out on a twig in a similar manner.
But their song! I wish our Seiurus had such a one.