AUGUST 
August 10, 1902 - Sunday. 
This morning after breakfast I went ‘down in 
e fields. Cliff swallows were abundant. For 
the most part they kept in the air. They flew at 
a height of about 50 from the ground. This 
surprised me for the insects would naturally be 
down as it was a grayish rainy day. Perhaps 
they were only playing. One or two young ones 
wh° were probably not so strong on the wing as 
the others sat on the tassels of Mr. Fiske’s corn. 
1 made a drawing of one of them on the next page, 
it sat all humped and kept tuning its head from 
side to side. It did not seem at all afraid. They 
& 11 kept up a continuous conversation. The notes 
given were a starring chwat and another note like 
<-ha. Occasionally one (probably an adult) would fly 
0ver me giving a note like peaw uttered in one 
syllable. The young ones sometimes answered with 
the same note. 
The young ones on the v.'ing chased each other 
and had friendly little spats in the air. All of 
them seemed to have an air of jollity about them, 
while I was writing my notes it began to drizzle. 
The swallows then came lower down and lit on barb 
wire fences. There were thirty or forty of them, 
mostly immature. 
In Maine’s woods (now owned by Jean Bonne1) I 
s&w a red—eyed vireo feeding her one young one. 
It looked as if it had been out of the nest about 
three days. It sat on a grapevine about 25 feet 
U P. Wishing to examine it I shook the vine a little 
& nd it fluttered down managing to fly just far 
enough to fall in the edge of the river. I fish- 
e d it out and dried it off. It was a very tame 
sociable little bird and snuggled up to my coat to 
ge " warm. Unlike most young birds it was silent. I 
it up in a tree and then sat down to watch it. 
female came to feed it but could not find it at 
rSt ‘ a note li ke cMt . 
