1891
March 31
Mass.
Waltham. - Starting at 2 P.M. I drove to the Warren place
where George left me and returned with the horse.
The morning had been cloudless and brilliant but 
the sky was overcast with thin clouds when I began
my tramp and there was an East wind of double-
refined bitterness.  The clouds became dense, the
East wind more piercing as the afternoon wore on
and I had a rather forlorn time. The woods
seemed to be nearly lifeless and the fields & orchards
scarcely more hopeful. I had not gone far up the
great hill that bounds the road, however, before I
was cheered and delighted by the song of a Robin,
the first that I have heard. The bird was one of 
a flock of about a dozen which were apparently
eating cedar berries.
  Crossing the ridge and descending towards the runs
I next heard Wood Frogs croaking, quacking and
squawking in the pond by the old lane. Following
up the south run to the meadow above I started
a pair of Black Ducks from a pool surrounded by
a belt of tussocks and alders.
  Beyond the main Warren run in the pond among
the swamp oaks were more Wood Frogs and on the
margin in an oozy place I found Woodcock's
chalk marks
  I next visited the pine grove where the Crows
went to roost last night. [delete]Found[/delete] The signs
indicate that they all congregated in one tree
a large, bushy-topped white pine. In some
birches near this grove a pair of Partridges
rose very wild the leaves whirling around us