Stung. 1921, Hagelim, B.C. Alt: 954 ft., 57. other barrel, then the old bird flew and naturally I couldnt shoot her. Got both young birds and the mother hung around out of sight making the most horrible racket, hooting. I went off on a hard hunt for her but couldnt locate her. Saw a strange little bird a little Water-Thrush smaller and daintier than a Song Sparrow, speckled black and white, so I put in the 'aux' and carefully fired a load of buck-shot at it; it disappeared entirely, so whether I pulverized or missed it I will never thow Moral: dont pull the wrong trigger! Between the 'aux' and the mixed loads my shooting has been terrible. Got a pair of Evening Grosbeaks out of a small flock which were in the tree tops. Their call at this time of the year is much softer and less clearly enunciated than it is when they flock in the fall, and they are shy and hard to locate. The mosquitoes in the swamp are terrible, the birds are there alright but it certainly is the devil of a place to try and get them. This certainly is the hell of a country for mosquitoes. Saw a Golden Eagle circling around the base of the mountain or our way up. Also from another B.C. Sparrows nest, there birds are everywhere. (Saw young Smooches Rabbit in fallen timber near mudlago.)