Warren Miles at his new mill tells me that he found a mud turtle of middling size in his brook there last Monday, or the 21st . . .

  A Garfield (I judged from his face) confirmed the story of sheldrakes killed in an open place in the river between the factory and Harrington’s, just after the first great snow-storm (which must have been early in January), when the river was all frozen elsewhere . . .

  Goodwin shot, about 6 P.M., and brought to me a cinereous coot (Fulica Americana) which was flying over the willows at Willow Bay, where the water now runs up . . .