1891
March 25
(No 5)
[delete]?[/delete] and stalked slowly away rustling noisily among
the dry leaves and soon disappearing without taking
wing.
  Crossing back to the brook we lunched in the
sun on its banks and then climbed the
slope that leads to the oak & pine clad hill
to the west. Seven or eight Juncos, disturbed 
by me approached from a grassy place where they
had been feeding flitted along an old wall and
gaining the woods scattered and disappeared
in a twinkling. As we were following them the 
song of a Brown Creeper suddenly rang out loud
and clear within a few yards of us. What a
wild, sweet strain it is! I have never heard it
under more attractive circumstances for the bird
sang on the edge of a belt of pitch pines which rimmed
a secluded hollow in the woods where the sun
lay warm and the March wind roared high overhead.
We soon saw him and another climbing the trunks
of the trees in irregular lines, not zig-zagging
as the books say. We lingered long in hopes of
more singing but heard only an occasional
creep note.
  On the top of the hill the Red-shouldered Hawks were holding high carnival [delete]we found one Red-shouldered
Hawk[/delete]. They soared over the trees and occasionally
descend low down over or through their tops,
screaming a good deal and showing marked
restlessness and solicitude but although we 
searched all the pines closely with our glasses
we found no really promising nest. Our 
built wall out on the horizontal branch