The sun was now merely a yellow spot in the grey sky, and was very pretty thru the network of trees. Suddenly among some trees behind me arose an excited “Cht! Cht! Cht!”, perhaps from a red-bird alarmed at Buster who was wandering noisily around among the leaves.  A robin began to sing, but his notes were lost in a noisy “Dschree, daschree, dachree” which arose in quick succession of notes.  Presently four tiny grey bride came fluttering along on the trees, uttering an alarmed “Cht! Cht! Cht!” and were gone. Then a Peter-bird - or I think it was - began to sing “Peter peter peter peter peter,” as fast as he could sing it. This he continued for a long time.  I was lost in his melody.  All at once he stopped and made a peculiar noise that sounds something like “Ip-szdee - Ip-szdee, - Ip-szdee - Buster was running around under the tree.  I wished that I hadn’t brought him along, for now the bird became more alarmed, and showed it by a shrilling whistling sound, which he kept up until he flew away, and from a distant tree, again came his clear song.  All the time were many odd cries of birds arising on every side, with which I was unfamiliar.  A crow flew overhead, gracefully and powerfully flapping his great wings.
     Buster came up at this moment and frantically leaped