warbling summer song and a Maryland Yellow-throat the flight 
song. Two Swifts dart past just over the tops of the birche 
Now a Tanager sings just on the border of ear-shot. Tree 
Toads are calling and Green Frogs tunging in the swamp. No 
Robins nor Red-eyed Vireos here. The air of the swamp is 
cool and damp. A Bat is darting to and fro along the lane 
and innumerable white moths flickering about among the 
foliage of the trees and bushes. Next to the "new pasture', 1 
where I again seat myself on a rock. Thrashers, Robins, 
and Cat-birds scolding or calling but only one bird sings — 
a Field Sparrow — at 7.50. There are Green Frog voices 
rising from a swampy hollow and Tree Toads from the woods. 
Now (7.55) the Whippoorwill starts singins near Dutton's. 
A few fire-flies flit across the pasture and I hear numerous 
crickets. 
As I am walking back along the road near the 
Young Thrashers 
large white oak I hear a low, plaintive cry ( yip )which seems 
to come now from in front(and)now from behind me. After 
walking hurriedly but stealthily back and forth, I at length 
see something which looks very like a Toad, hopping along 
in the middle of the road at my feet. It proves to be a 
young Thrasher scarce half-grown and unable to fly. As I 
pick it up, it yips more loudly and the parent bird appears 
and flutters about in great distress, calling tan, tan 
