Lake Umbagog.
Pine Point.
1896
September 11
(No 2)
  At 10 a.m. a Solitary Vireo began singing on the Point
keeping it up for ten minutes or more. It was an old
bird, the first I have heard this autumn. How its wild,
clear notes rang through the silent woods!
[margin]Solitary Vireo
sings[/margin]
  A little before sunset a flock of Gooseanders
went down the Lake and turned into Glaspy Cove
and half-an-hour later a bunch of four followed
them but kept on into B. Brook Cove. No doubt they
spent the night along this rocky shore. The water
has fallen so low that many isolated boulders &
several ledges are exposed and perhaps they roost on
some of these.
[margin]Gooseanders[/margin]
  As we were eating supper in the open camp I
heard a long, piercingly shrill whistle back in
the woods in the direction of the big hemlocks. A
minute or two later a huge Owl came flying
from this direction and alighted on a branch of
the tall pine in front of the camp but, startled no
doubt, by an exclamation from one of our men, it
almost immediately took flight again and disappeared
towards the Lake. It looked as large as the biggest
Eagle. Its wings made a loud rushing sound like the
wind blowing through pines.
[margin]A strange
Owl visits
camp[/margin]
  The warm weather of the past three days has brought
out the Hylae (H. pickeringii) and I hear their dry
cracked voice everywhere in the woods, especially in
the late afternoons. I have also heard one or two
Wood Frogs.
[margin]Hylas peeping[/margin]