1891.
Oct. 29
(No 2)
Concord, Massachusetts.
Carlisle & Acton.  We started nothing else on Farrar's hill
but in Melvin's run I came suddenly on a very tame
Partridge. I was crossing the brook and bending low
under an overhanging branch when the bird walked
out from the some brush within ten yards of me
uttering the usual squirrel-like alarm note. After
going a few yards it flew, giving me an easy shot
but I found it impossible to get my gun to my
shoulder, owing to the branch in which I was
half-entangled, so the bird went off unharmed.
We followed it, however, and Don soon found & 
pointed it. It rose within a few yards of me &
I brought it down just as it was disappearing
among some dense oak foliage. It fell wing broken
and led Don a long chase but we finally got
it. It proved to be a small hen and was
probably a young bird.
[margin]A singularly tame Rf. Grouse[/margin]
  We next went to "Wadleigh's run" where Don
pointed a Woodcock after "roading" it for more
than one hundred yards. As it rose I shot it.
Nothing in the "Parker Lot" to-day so we crossed
the road to [deleted]Ov[/deleted] the knoll beyond the "Woodcock hole"
where Don suddenly came to a staunch point under 
some young shrubby oaks. I called up Buttrick
and after placing him in an opening went in
behind the dog and put up the bird, a Woodcock.
It flew to my right so I fired, Buttrick also
firing at the same instant, one or both of us
killing the bird. After replacing my shell I
stepped forward when a second Woodcock
rose taking the same course as the first.