I think that within a week I have heard the alder cricket, - a clearer and shriller sound from the leaves in low grounds, a clear shrilling out of a cool moist shade, an autumnal sound. The year is in the grasp of the crickets, and they are hurling it round swiftly on its axle. Some wasps (I am not sure there’s more than one) are building a nest in my room, of mud, these days, buzzing loudly while at work, but at no other time. Often and often I hear the cool twitter of the goldfinch passing over, - a sound one with that of the alder cricket, - and the bobolink’s link link. How much of spring there is brought back in a young bluebird’s plaintive peep!
