The 'snop-top' sounds in every elm, and grows fainter as he recedes.

The sound is often heard, but in the thick foliage of summer the bird escapes unseen, unless you are sitting almost under the tree when he arrives in it.
Then the rooks come drifting slowly to the beeches: they are uncertain in their hour at this season--some, indeed, scarce care to return at all; and even when quite dusk and the faint stars of summer rather show themselves than shine, twos and threes come occasionally through the gloom.

A pair of doves pass swiftly, flying for the lower wood, where the ashpoles grow.

The grasshoppers sing in the grass, and will continue till the dew descends.

As the little bats flutter swiftly to and fro just without the hedge, the faint sound of their wings is audible as they turn: their membranes are not so silent as feathers, and they agitate them with extreme velocity.