1893
April 8
Concord, Mass.
  Forenoon Cloudy and misty, perfectly calm and
much warmer than yesterday. Three distinct thunder
showers followed one another in quick succession
in the early afternoon. It rained much of last
night reducing the snow to a depth of about 2 inches.
  I have rarely heard anything to equal the bird
singing that greeted my ears this morning when, at
8.30 o'clock I walked down the hill to the boat
landing. The air was perfectly still and rather damp
thus supplying the most favorable conditions for
conveying sound and literally scores of birds were
singing within hearing. Fox Sparrows, Tree Sparrows,
Juncos and Song Sparrows were by far the most 
numerous and persistent singers but there were
also Bluebirds, Robins, Red wings, Rusty Blackbirds
and a Grass Finch or two. 
[margin]Remarkable
bird concert[/margin]
  The Fox Sparrows had quadrupled in numbers since
last evening despite the fact that the night
was stormy! There were fully fifty on the 
Buttrick farm and I found as many more
at Ball's Hill. At the latter place there were
about thirty in front of the cabin where they
had scratched away the snow and turned over
the surface of the sandy soil over a space of
several yards square where I had scattered
a quantity of hemp seed during my last visit. 
I threw out two or three quarts more this
morning and the Fox Sparrows stayed about
all day repaying me by many a burst of their
[margin]Fox Sparrows[/margin]