Concord, Massachusetts.
1891.
Nov. 5
(No 3)
Concord & Acton. - but somehow I failed to fire more 
than one more shot. The bird fell but when the
dog went to fetch it rose again and I had to shoot
it a second time.
[margin]Quail shooting[/margin]
  After this I spent nearly an hour hunting for
the scattered birds without finding any of them.
Finally I heard one whistling. Following the direction
of the sound I came into an open pasture when
Don began roading and finally pointed. I stepped
in ahead and six or eight birds rose all together.
It was a fine chance for a double shot but I
missed my first bird and the second shed only
a few feathers and kept on out of sight but Don
found him lying stone dead at the foot of a
birch before I had gone 100 yds. in the direction
which the bevy took.
  Night was now coming on apace and the Quail,
anxious to get together before it was too late, began
whistling in every direction. I found and shot
two in succession, then missed another when
it was too dark to see distinctly. During this
period I also killed the Woodcock as above 
described. When I gave up further pursuit of
the Quail and returned to the wagon I could
hear four of five birds calling at once. The call
of the male is louder and swifter than that of
the female as I satisfied myself to-day by
shooting birds which had just called.
  There was a second great flight of Tree Sparrows 
to-day. The country was flooded with them but I
did not see a single Junco. A few Robins seen.
[margin]A rush of Tree Sparrows[/margin]