I had followed it to its termination and was looking ahead 
for further clues, my eyes were suddenly arrested by a 
yellowish patch on the end of a fallen trunk that was raised 
four or five feet above the ground and to my great delight 
I found that it was one of the young Owls. He was crouching 
so very flat and he lay so still as I approached that I 
feared at first that he was dead but he proved to be all 
right and I spent the next half hour photographing him, 
exposing ten plates in all. I did not succeed in finding the 
other young bird and I think it probable that he has been 
carried off by either a Dog or a Fox but of course he may 
have been hidden somewhere in the neighborhood and the trail 
of down may have had no read meaning, for the wind may have 
blown it into the tops of the bushes. The old Owl kept 
hooting all the time I was near the young bird but she did 
not once change her position or show herself, 
[Three Bitterns were pumping this evening, two on 
the Great Meadow, the third in the swamp behind Ball’s Hill 
where I think there is likely to be a nest a little later, 
Gilbert naddled uo to Concord this morning, seein^ 
two Green Herons and eewe Spotted Sandpipers// 
