Only the lower limbs of bass begin to leaf yet,—yesterday. A crow blackbird’s nest, about eight feet up a white maple over water,—a large, loose nest without, some eight inches high, between a small twig and main trunk, composed of coarse bark shreds and dried last year’s grass, without mud; within deep and size of a robin’s nest; with four pale-green eggs, streaked and blotched with black and brown. Took one. Young bird not begun to form . . .

 P.M.—To Andromeda Polifolia . . .

  I trod on a large black snake, which, as soon as I stepped again, went off swiftly down the hill toward the swamp, with head erect like a racer. Looking closely I found another left behind, partly concealed by the dry leaves. They were lying amid the leaves . . .