1891.
July 3.
(no. 2)
Wells, England.
  It was a calm, beautiful evening but the only birds which 
I could hear singing were two thrushes. A swarm of Swifts
were circling about the Cathedral towers and a few Jackdaws
coming to their roosts there from the open country.
  The only water fowl in the moat were a number of curious
looking, small, jet black tame Ducks a few white ones with a
male Pochard, the last named evidently wing-clipped.
  In the main street of the town I saw two inhabited nests
of the House Martin plastered against the stone walls of a
store just under the eaves.