1893
March 22
Cambridge, Mass.
  Cloudy and warm with soft, damp air but no wind.
This is the second distinctly spring-like day (the first
being the 14th). 
  At 8.15 A.M. I started for my usual walk, passing up
Appleton and highland Streets to the Reservoir and beyond, 
thence across the fields to Lake View Avenue, and down this
street to the Lowell place where I took the horse car home. 
  In the fields beyond the reservoir I heard my first
real spring concert, a Bluebird, A Red wing, several Bronzed
Grackles and a Shrike, besides Robins calling. There were
no Sparrows of any kind except Passer. [deleted]There[/deleted] A White bellied
Nuthatch was foraging among some apple trees on the Lowell place.
The Red-wing was in the swamp below the old cellar
perched on the topmost spray of a maple singing steadily.
  The Bronzed Grackles were in the pines about Mr Smith's
house where they have bred for so many years. Faxon saw
two birds there on the 14th and thinks that they always
arrive at this colony earlier than elsewhere in or near [deleted]about[/deleted] Cambridge.
This morning there were fully a dozen birds, nearly half
of them females. They were very noisy and much at
home flitting about among the pines and making a variety of
of sounds which I noted as follows: oo-l-e or oo-l-eek
(the song(?) of the [male]); cae (the call of both sexes); and a 
scolding cha-cha or krur.
[margin]Bronzed
Grackles
Notes[/margin]
  Six birds feeding in a field under an apple tree were throwing
the sodden apple leaves that lay on the ground in every direction
seizing them in their bills by the edges and slinging them 
to one side as cards are scaled, often sending them four or five
feet. The leaves flew at times in a cloud as if some one were sweeping
them vigorously with a broom. 
[margin]Throwing
fallen leaves
about.[/margin]