1891.
July 12
(No 8)
England.
Camelford. - not one remained in sight, but the
noise did not cease for sometime after this.
There seemed to be many more Rooks than
Jackdaws. They came to the roost mingled
indiscriminately together and as far as I could
make out did not separate when choosing their
perches.
  A Thrush sang a little in a half-hearted way
as twilight was falling but I heard nothing
else save the metallic, King-bird like twitter of 
a Starling or two. There were a few Swifts (not
more than a dozen) flying over the town and
two nests of the House Martin, built precisely like
all that I have thus far seen, under some eaves
opposite our inn.
  I forgot to note in the proper place that 
Barn Swallows (I mean Chimney Swallows of course)
were very numerous about the "Castle" rock at
Tintagil breeding in some buildings connected
with the slate quarry and also in caves at the
base of the cliffs. I examined two nests 
in buildings & found that both were in every
way exactly like those of our Barn Swallow. The
caves I could not enter as the sea rolled
in and out at their mouths at high tide.
I saw a Carrion Crow fly into one of them,
perhaps in quest of young Swallows although
the old Swallows continued darting in and
out without showing any alarm whatever
at his presence.