The Rice boy brings me what he thought a snipe’s egg, recently taken from a nest in the Sudbury meadows. It is of the form of a rail’s egg, but is not whitish like mine, but olive-colored with dark-brown spots. Is it the sora rail? He has also a little egg, as he says taken out of a thrasher’s nest, apparently one third grown.
Flagg says that the chimney swallow is sometimes abroad “the greater part of the night;” is informed by Fowler that the rose-breasted grosbeak often sings in the light of the moon.
P. M. - Water three and a half inches above summer level. I measure the rapidity of the river’s current. At my boat’s place behind Channing’s, a bottle sunk low in the water floats one hundred feet in five minutes; one hundred feet higher up, in four and a half minutes. (I think the last the most correct.) It came out a rod and a half ahead of two chips.
