Two days later than I have ever before remained down here! It is such beautiful weather. In these mild days the singing of birds comes slightly as a surprise, so different from the silence of August and September. How little one realises during this silence that the birds, thrushes especially, begin to sing now in November, and keep on all through the winter in mild weather till the end of June. The robin did not like the dry season; he began to sing so late this year.