warbling summer oong and a Maryland Yellow-throat the flight 
song, T vo Swifts dart •*ast juot yvei ..the tops of the birches, 
bow a Tanager sings just on the border of ear-shot, Tree 
Toads are calling and Green Frogs on. mine; in the e.;arop, o 
Robins nor Red-eyed Vireos here. The air of the swamp is 
cool and damp. A '’at is darting to and fro along the lane 
' and innumerable white moths flickering about among the 
foliage of the trees and bushes* 'Text to the "new pasture? 
where X 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 To ds from the woods, 
Row (7.55) the .'hlppoorv/lll -t rts aingina « r Dutton's. 
4 few fire-flies flit across the pasture and I he r numerous 
crickets, ' • 
Young Thrashers 
"■s I am walking back along the road near the 
large white oak I h«rr a low, pl -intive 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 Raich 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, Ac I 
pick it up,ait yips more loudly and the parent bird appears 
and flutters abb t lr, great distress, celling tpn. tan 
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