Cambridge.
Ther [Thermometer] Monday, April 3, 1916  Wea [Weather] Fine
  Clear & cool with light northerly
wind shifting to E. [east] in P.M.
  In Garden: Robins [2 males] [1 female], one  
singing well at evening. They were
much on ground where I saw one
pull out & devour a large earth worm.
Purple Finches 3 red [males] with 4 gray
birds feeding mostly on ground under
Parkman's apple [tree] & doubtless on seeds
of its fruit dropped there by other
birds earlier in the year. One of the
males sang superbly at frequent
intervals while perched in trees.
A solitary Fox Sparrow sang a little
but brokenly. Three Peabody birds
at seed bed, two dull-plumaged, one
a handsome white-throated bird.
Flicker shouting & [drumming?]. Jays
& Grackles heard.
  Spent day in Museum writing
letters & putting away things for the
summer.  Nuttall Club this evening.
Higbee lantern slide talk on Florida.
Uncommonly good in every respect.

Cambridge - Concord.
Move to Concord.
Ther [Thermometer]  Tuesday, April 4, 1916  Wea [Weather] Stormy
Smoking resumed (after 3 mos.)
  Dark cloudy with almost incessant
fine rain driven across dreary
landscape by chill N.E. [northeast] wind.
  In Cambridge Garden: A Purple Finch 
singing fitfully at 8 A.M.  8 Cedar birds [cedar waxwings] [in flock]
At Concord Farm. Song Sparrows & a
Red-wing [Red-winged Blackbird] singing a little, Robins
calling at evening. Large flock of 
Juncos rising from millet in orchard.
Pheasant tracks in snow. Zeph [Zephaniah Prosser] reports
hearing first "Frogs" yesterday.
  It was a dreary enough day for the
annual spring flitting to Concord but
Gilbert [Robert Alexander Gilbert] & I, with "Timmy" [William Brewster's dog] started,
nevertheless, at 9 A.M. in the Ford car
crammed full with miscellaneous things.
We found roads bad in spots & altogether
abominable after passing Carlisle Bridge
because deeply rutted by heavy [tearing?].
River very high & for most part open but
with some [ice?] on meadows. No snow
until after passing Bedford. Deep drifts of 
it in Farm woods. Rambled about
Farm in P.M. Zeph burning brush. George
just back from a long debaush [debauch] looking
very much used up by it. 
My first smoke since January 10, this
forenoon.