Glendale.
Ther [Thermometer] Tuesday, June 9, 1914 Wea [Weather]
Fine
Sunny & cool with fresh S.W. [southwest] wind
  Spent forenoon & early afternoon in
my room working on Concord notes.
Dan & I started for a walk at 3.30
& were out until 7. First we strolled
through the pasture & sat for perhaps an
hour on the bench that overlooks the
country to the eastward. The hemlocks
about us were thickly besprinkled with
golden green shoots of this years growth an
inch or so in length. They seemed quite
devoid of bird-life although Magnolia Warblers
have bred & sung in them in former years.
Nor did the larch swamp below us seem
to have any tenant save a Crested Flycatcher
while the pasture & mountain at our rear
were almost equally devoid of bird voices.
We admired the graceful flight of a passing
Sparrow Hawk & talked of many things.
Thence we went back to the house & down the
road into the valley where a barn burned a week
ago. Heard there many birds, among them a 
Warbling Vireo, Yellow Warbler & House Wren.
  Visited Mrs. Warner's garden on way back. She
has some exquisite irises. Spent evening in
parlor, talking.
[margin]Two Wood Thrushes in full song in Studio woods at 7 P.M. A divine concert.[/margin]

Glendale
Ther [Thermometer] Wednesday, June 10, 1914 Wea [Weather]
80 [degrees] Fine
Clear & warm with high S.W. [Southwest] wind.

  Writing in my room all forenoon & earlier
part of afternoon. Through the open window
came a continuous flow of bird music
contributed chiefly by Robins, Red-eyes [Red-eyed Vireo],
Wood Pewee, Wren, Song Sparrow & Ovenbirds
with now & then a few notes of a Wood Thrush.
The Wren sings mostly under the front porch
and his voice seems to flood the whole
house. Night before last, at 9.30, we saw
him in the nest on the pillar under the roof
occupied by him last year but originally built by
a Robin. From it he peeped out into the full
blaze of an electric light only a few feet
away while an automobile was chugging at
the steps and several dinner guests entering
it with loud talk & laughter. Yet he seemed
to take only mild interest in all this hubbub.
  Dan & I out together 3.30-7 P.M. First
we sat for an hour in glade behind studio
next strolled along wood road towards Hager's
Pond, then crossed the brook (flushing a Veery
from nest, 4 eggs, under fern frond) to Knight's farm
where we reclined on hill top in grass until late
afternoon. Never before has the place seemed so beautiful 
to me. The lights & shadows wonderful. Many Barn Swallows
skimming about us.