many large dogs or of the shouting of men. At a distance it 
was strikingly like the roaring sound of escaping steam. 
4$u Alt hough I scanned the tree carefully with my glass, I did 
not see the Owl until at length he flew from among the densest 
foliage in the very top. Instantly the Crows followed — every 
one of them — silently for a second or two, then each throat 
pouring forth cries of rage and abuse. Doubtless every 
expletive known to the Corvin vocabulary was hurled after the 
big Bubo as he flapped off through the trees. He did not go 
far this time — only to the crest of the ridge,in fact — 
where I left him and his sable tormentors to their own devices. 
Dove's Ne^t [Visiting the Dove's nest on Bensen’s Knoll at 3 P. M., 
I found the mother bird sitting. She flew quietly off when I 
wa_s thirty yards or more from the tree. The young birds 
have doubled in size since I saw them last but their eyes ars 
not yet open and their general appearance has in no way 
changed. Like the young in the nest by the brook south of 
Davis's Hill, they sit perfectly motionless. 
Marsh Hawks 1 saw ’ two Marsil Hawks on ‘ tiie meadows, one an old 
Swift s 
male as white as a Gull, apparently, the other a large, 
brown female. 
At least fifteen Swifts were scattered about over 
the meadows a little before sunset but the only Swallows 
noted were eight Barn Swallows which although also feeding 
kept near together and acted like migrants^ 
