Glendale
Ther [Thermometer] Thursday, July 29, 1915 Wea [Weather]
81 [degrees] Song birds fast lapsing into silence. Fine
Brilliantly clear and comfortably warm.
Typical midsummer day with light W. [west] wind.
  Under conditions such as those just 
stated we should have had, a month
ago, a glorious outburst of bird music
in the early morning and plenty of it
throughout the day. But it is now fast
waning to its inevitable close and
I heard this morning (for the first time)
no Robins nor indeed anything save
Red-eyes [Red-eyed Vireo] and Chippies [Chipping Sparrow] singing fully &
listlessly and a Phoebee [Phoebe] uttering a 
few notes. The Red-eyes & Chippies 
kept it up half-heartedly through the
forenoon but now, at 4 P.M., I hear
no sound whatever except that of wind
in trees & the occasional twittering of Swifts.
Later - 6-7 P.M. A Tanager singing well,
Robin & Magnolia Warbler a little, Solitary
Vireo rather freely. [male] [female] Juncos in pasture.
  Spent most of day in room writing letters.
Helped Dan [Daniel Chester French] finish propping plum trees 5-6 P.M.
After that we went to pasture outlook & sat there
for about an hour. Landscape very beautiful
Fletcher & I spent evening on piazza talking.

Glendale
Ther [Thermometer] Friday, July 30, 1915 Wea [Weather]
82 [degrees] Nocturnal migration begins Fair
Forenoon sunny; afternoon cloudy.
Warm & oppressively humid with light S. [south] wind.
Heavy shower 4-4.30 P.M.
  A Robin sang a little at sunrise,
Chippies [Chipping Sparrow] & Red-eyes [Red-eyed Vireo] fitfully through day.
Hermit [Hermit Thrush] on mountain ridge singing fairly
well at 6 P.M. Several Eave Swallows
flying high over house. Black-billed Cuckoo
sang at 8 P.M. afar off & was at once
answered by another near at hand both
using long succession of notes. At 8.30
P.M. I heard the lisping chirps of
south-bound Warblers passing overhead.
Others were heard at irregular intervals
afterwards, sometimes rather frequently,
especially after 10 o'clock. As the notes
of all came only faintly to my ears I
thought they must be flying very high in air.
Night dark, although starlit, and dead calm.
  Spent forenoon room writing letters
Mrs. French's "At Home" afternoon but she
still away. Margaret recieved. Only a few
people came - Among them Bernard Hoffmann,
Mc.Intosh, the Hiltons. I took Hoffmann
to pasture outlook. Spent evening on piazza.