into it, uttering a scolding chur r r or sometimes a low 
chip or chup . I looked vainly for a nest but started 
two full-grown birds which I took to be young. The great 
difficulty is(to]hit upon the immediate vicinity of the 
nest in such a sea of grass. I found no decoy nests. 
After packing the Marsh Wren’s nest and eggs, we 
sailed to Fairhaven and then started back, rowing most of 
the way home. We saw no birds of any especial interest. 
In the afternoon I went by river to Ball’s Hill 
and beyond to Davis's Hill where I landed and spent half 
an hour examining the big trees,most of which show no 
marks of serious injury from the fire of last summer, A 
Wood Pewee and Pine Warbler were singing in these woods. 
The sun was setting when I reached the But tricks’. 
