“Tseer-up - tseer-eee” of a meadow-lark. As I went on past a field of shocked corn, in front of which towered the “Three Trees” and over brown grey meadows, the sun arose, a glowing disc, up until it seemed about to roil away on the horizon. Then a song­sparrow began to sing a melody a while the meadow frightened by my approach, flies up singing to a tree, where he again sang his song.  As the sun climbed higher it became a dull orange glow, amid greys bars of clouds, as the mists were rising, to-gether a whispering wind that rushed over the cool earth. When I was near Union St., a pair of black-birds flew overhead, ever rising and falling in the air.
     On I went over the field to Union, which was very muddy; but which I followed to the creamery - one of the Andalusia Brand- and went thru the gates into a lane beyond.  The orchard on one side was very ghostly looking as the trees had been sprayed with white poison mixture.  Entering the grove in front of Pinehollow, I was met by the song of a blue-bird and the further I went, the more numerous and delightful they became, until they seemed to be everywhere, singing and flashing their pretty blue feathers. When I came to a fence that crosses the woods at the beginning of the hollow, I sat down on a stile to listen to the songs of birds and enjoy everything.