1891.
July 2
(No 6)
England.
Tintern. - as I could plainly see, their adjustment, and
that of his tail also, was constantly altered slightly.
I have seldom seen anything more beautiful.
The [female] flew to one of the trees (a yew) projecting
out from the cliff and sat for some time on a 
dead branch arranging her feathers, [delete]and[/delete] giving
me an excellent view. In flight as well as shape
and proportions these Hawks are the precise
counterparts of Falco sparverius although, of course,
much larger and somewhat differently colored.
The growth on the top of the cliff was chiefly of
larches with a few birches or oaks and an occasional
yew, all the trees of rather small size but growing 
thickly with occasional openings filled with tall
[brakes?]. Several Robins, a Chiff Chaff, and the
sweetest-voiced Blackbird that I have yet heard
were singing near us. The Blackbird's song, partly,
probably, because of the peculiar surroundings,
reminded me so forcibly of that of our Turdus 
Sivainsoni that it was not difficult to imagine 
that is was really that of the latter. The Robin's
songs, heard among these wild larch woods, also
recalled our Purple Finch's to which, indeed, some
of the variations bear, at all times, a strong resemblance.
Both of these songsters, in fact, would slip
easily into place in our New England woods. Not 
so the Chiff-Chaff, nor the Sky Lark which at one
time soared above us from some neighboring field
and deluged the air with its intricate trills, twitters
and cheeps for at least three minutes without
the slightest pause. Its song was marred by the