In the dense pine woods to the northv/ard of Pulpit 
Rock I heard a Blackburnian Warbler singing and saw two 
Hairy V/oodpeckers. The latter seemed to be a pair of old 
birds and they acted as if they had young near by, for 
they flew excitedly around me, uttering the tchick call, 
the Kingfisher-like rattle, and a single abrupt staccato 
note almost eEactly like that given by the Rose-breasted 
Grosbeak when it is anxious for the safety of its young. 
There are a number of large, dead v;hite pines in these 
woods and the male Hairy Was pecking at the trimk of one 
when I first saw him. 
lithe afternoon I walked to Davis’s Hill, seeing 
nothing there of any interest. 
At evening I crossed the Barrett Meadow and strolled 
slowly through the oak and chestnut woods beyond. Twilight 
was falling and Veeries and Oven-birds were singing on every 
side. I started several large birds from the tops of the 
trees, but the light was so poor and the foliage so dense 
that I could not make out what they were, at first. Finally 
one returned and alighted directly over me, when I saw 
that it v\fas a Crow, It hopped from branch to branch until 
it found a sheltered place under some dense leaves where it 
settled itself evidently for the night, I did not know 
before that Crows ever roosted in deciduous trees. There 
must have been at least half-a-dozen in these v^oods. 
For a week or more we have heard Swifts rumbling 
at imtervals in the cabin chimney. This morning I sent 
