1893
March 20
E. Watertown, Mass.
  Clear, still and warm at midday but
with a hard frost last night the mercury
falling to about 25[degrees].
  Took the 8.05 A.M. street car to Mt. Auburn
and walked across country behind the 
Cemetery to French's hill, thence to the edge
of the salt marsh and back across the 
Storn farm and Mt. Auburn to Brattle Street.
  Near the old Coolidge homestead a Robin
was singing but in broken, disconnected phrases.
Another was running about on a space of barn
turf on the Lowell place and still another
calling in Mt. Auburn. They must have been our
local summer birds. (A [male] in elm in my garden in P.M.)
[margin]Robins[/margin]
  Two Night Herons started from the cedars
at French's Hill. One a fine old bird circled
back over me quaking and then flew off
towards Mt. Auburn. I got only a glympse at
the other as it flapped heavily through the trees.
[margin]Night
Herons[/margin]
  About a dozen Tree Sparrows were running
about on the ice among the button bushes on
the little pond behind Mt. Auburn. Occasionally
one sang a few snatches in low but thrilling
tones.
[margin]Tree
Sparrows[/margin]
  Near by at the edge of the pond a Song Sparrow
perched on the top of a branch pile was
[margin]Song
Sparrows[/margin]