Concord (Farm)
Ther [Thermometer] Thursday, Oct. 21, 1915 [October 21, 1915] Wea [Weather]
70 [degrees] Miss two shots at Pheasants Perfect.
Unseasonably warm even for 
Indian Summer. Almost windless.
Early morning divinely beautiful
where low sun shining through
opal & pearly mist. Butterflies
floating about through mid day
hours. Tree Crickets in full
chorus last night (10 o'clock)
Zinnia & portulaca bed still gay 
with brilliant flowers.
  There were many Juncos, rather
many Robins, a few White throats [White-throated Sparrow]
& at least one Song Sparrow flitting
about our lawn & orchards all
day long. All four species were
singing in unison at 7 A.M.
with very pleasing effect. One
of the Juncos gave full Spring trill.
  Spent most of day with men.
At 4 P.M. went to corn field
across road taking 20 g. gun. As I 
entered it a cloud of big birds rose in
quick succession with deafening clamor.
There were at least 15 Crows & as many
Pheasants. I fired two shots at latter
& missed both birds clean apparently.

Concord (Farm)
Ther [Thermometer] Friday, Oct. 22, 1915 [October 22, 1915] Wea [Weather]
Bag a Pheasant & shot at a Partridge Fine
Clear & cool with fresh N.W. [northwest] wind.
It took of nearly all the leaves
remaining on maples, birches, hickories
& ash trees thereby giving woodland
areas a somewhat winterish aspect.
  Not many small birds. 10 or 12
Juncos, about 8 Robins, a Brown
Creeper, a Meadow Lark singing in 
Lawrence's field, 2 Rusty Blackbirds
in cornfield, were all I remember
noticing.
  Spent most of day at Bungalow
where Hosmer & 2 men worked
on lean-to shed for lumber & 
Harris & 1 man on a stone
walled hot-bed.
  Went to corn field across road at
6.40 A.M. hoping to bag a Pheasant
there but started only two Rusty Blackbirds.
A second visit made at 3 P.M. was 
more successful. Circling around back side
of path I had nearly reached the far corner
when a hen Pheasant rose to quickly fall
riddled by my heavy charge of #4. The report
started six others. I fired a cross shot at
one but missed. After this went to Birch F [Birch Field]
with Tim. He started a hen Partridge in pines.
[margin]I fired a snap-shot at her & cut out a lot of body feathers just as she was disappearing
I thought she fell but could not find her.[/margin]