Waking early. For several mornings have got into the habit of waking at early dawn. Some weeks ago, at that hour there could be heard through the open window such a full-throated chorale of triumphantly happy birds that one was fain to turn one’s good ear to the pillow if sleep was to be found but these mornings, since the 2nd June, the chorus has been of three —- a song thrush, a wren and a yellow hammer.
It is some days since I have heard the blackbird’s note. I had meant to observe the exact dates when the blackbird ceased its song but engrossing domestic affairs diverted my attention. Gilbert White says that at Selborne, the blackbird sings till 23rd July and resumes in autumn. They have ceased here almost a month earlier.