1893
June 23
Andover, Connecticut.
  Another gloomy day, dark &[and] lowering but with only a
few light showers. Much cooler.

  Late yesterday afternoon we moved out of town to an
attractive old farm house, the owner of which, Mr. Chas.R. Stearns,
has agreed to take us to board for a few days.
  After ten we walked down the road a little way &[and] then
climbed a hill. It was a gloomy evening &[and] few birds
sang. A Partridge drummed once near us &[and] we saw a Rabbit
squatting on the turf on the edge of a thicket into which
it disappeared as we approached.

  This morning we started out soon after breakfast.
Crossing the intervale we followed the bank of Hop River
eastward for a quarter of a mile or so. There were thickets
of alders &[and] willows in which we hoped to find Frank's
Flycatcher &[and] meadows in which we looked for Henslow's
Sparrow but neither bird was detected. Swifts in great
numbers, a few Barn Swallows, two Eave Swallows &[and] one Tree
Swallow were flying low on the river &[and] meadows. A solitary
male Red-wing (the only one seen here) with a shill*[shrill] voice
sat perched on a maple. Yellow Warblers, Song Sparrows, Cat Birds
Maryland Yellow-throats &[and] a Grass Finch were singing near
us. In the woods across the river we heard a Tanager, a
Grosbeak, a Redstart, Oven Birds &[and] Red eyed Vireos. A
Green Heron passed, flying up stream. There were no
Bobolinks in the meadows but Mr. Stearns says they
used to breed here.
  Recrossing the road we next followed up the course
of a large brook which came dashing &[and] roaring down
over a rock bed walled in by steeply sloping bank covered