I left the Keyes’ this morning and sent my effects 
by them to the cabin, sailing down myself in the old 
Rushton canoe. Almy joined me at 10 A. M. and we drove 
together to the Barrett Farm, returning to the cabin for 
dinner. 
In the afternoon we took a long walk in the woods. 
Small birds ?;ere scarce apparently, but we started several 
Partridges and a Great Horned Owl. The latter we found 
first in the Prescott woods, but we saw it afterwards on 
Davis’s Hill and Bensen's pine ridge. It was as shy as any 
Hawk, starting out of gun range and taking long flights, 
although the afternoon was bright and clear. At about 7 P. M. 
either the same bird or another visited Ball’s Hill and 
called for several minutes in one of the trees on the ridge 
directly behind the cabin. It gave the short, choking 
cry -- peculiar, I believe,to young Great Horned Owls. 
Gilbert thought this note very cat-like. We both wondered 
whether or no the bird was the same that we nursed here 
last spring and afterwards liberated in the Prescott woods. 
It must have been one of the pair reared in Lawrence’s woods. 
