Concord
Ther [Thermometer] Saturday, May 12, 1917 Wea [Weather]
Dull
Brilliant sunshine from cloudless sky up to 8 A.M.
Remainder of day a duplicate of yesterday as
regards cloudiness but with much more rain &
one prolonged shower of hail while the air
was even chillier & the northerly wind scarce
less strong & piercing.
  These conditions operated of course to silence
& depress the birds. One House Wren, a
Ruby-crown [Ruby-crowned Kinglet], 2 Vesper Sparrows, a Pine W. [Pine Warbler] &
a Brown Thrasher sang a little in early morn.
At evening (6.45) a Hermit [Hermit Thrush] was singing in
Birch Field & 2 Robins close about our 
house. No new comers of any kind noted.
  Spent most of forenoon on pine clad
slope bordering road to Bensen's where I
am planning a foot path leading to the
most attractive spots & outlooks. Timmy
with me of course. He started a rocketing
cock Pheasant among young pines but
failed to find any Partridges. Evidently they
have well nigh deserted our woods of late,
perhaps because of Timmy's frequent presence
there. Still no sound of Garden Toad voices
What can have become of them?

Concord
Ther [Thermometer] Sunday, May 13, 1917 Wea [Weather]
50 [degrees] Stormy
Raining almost all day, at times heavily,
shower following shower at brief intervals. Light
but chill northerly wind. Sun shining only for
a few minutes just before its setting and
then gloriously through a gap in black clouds.

Continued scarcity and general silence of
birds with no new arrivals when the
migrant hosts should be coming nightly but
for the extraordinarily unfavorable weather.
Near our house the Wren sang in early morn,
a Robin & a White-throat Sparrow [White-throated Sparrow] (the latter
as loud & clear as I ever heard one further N. [north])
at sunset. A Grass Finch & Meadow Lark
singing in Howes pas. [Howe's pasture] at 10 A.M. Dead
silence throughout our woodland 10-11 A.M. &
6-6.30 P.M. Could find no birds there save
near Pulpit Rock where 2 Chickadees, 2 Ruby
crowns [Ruby-crowned Kinglet] & Hermits [Hermit Thrush] were together in thick
brush in a sheltered hollow.
  Spent most of day in house writing 
letters. Morning & evening walk with Timmy.
He started something unusual in Birch Field at
6 P.M. & chased it with frantic yelping
until his voice faded in distance. Perhaps
it was a Fox. He has never before gone so
far away from me in the woods.