Clarence devoted pages of his journal to hunting stories. His most frequent companion is his brother Franklin. On one expedition, Frank shot a huge heron (could it be the one in the hall of the Willow Street house?) and Clare shot red winged black birds, the “wings of which I gave to Miss Salisbury who is visiting us. She probably used them on a hat.” Birds’ wings and plumage were so sought after during this period by the millinery industry that many birds were hunted to near extinction.