1893
May 10
(No 3)
Concord, Mass
  In Hutchins's pine woods, which I reached about 10 A.M.
I dug a number of young black birches, watching the
birds meanwhile. In the pines were singing a D[endroica] virens, D[endroica]
blackburniae, Mniotilta varia, two Siurus*[Seiurus] aurocapillus, a Chickadee
and a Vireo solitarius; on their outskirts or in neighboring pastures
a Nashville Warbler, a D[endroica] pennsylvanica, a Thrasher and a
Field Sparrow. No signs of the Sharp shinned Hawks which
bred here last year although I walked all through the
wood rapping the trees etc[etera].
[margin]Birds in
Hutchins's 
woods[/margin]

  Returning by Pratt's house I saw nothing of interest
(except an unusual number of least Flycatchers in the
orchards) until I reached the Buttricks' where in a large
brush heap behind the barn I found a White-crowned Sparrow.
It flew up into an apple tree whence it regarded me with
mild curiosity sitting motionless and silent.
[margin]White crowned
Sparrow[/margin]

  Immediate*[Immediately] after dinner I started down river in the
Stella Maris. The wind served and I made the distance
from Flint's bridge to Ball's Hill in twenty minutes
sailing in a bee line across Great Meadow. Big waves
were rolling at the lower end and the canoe bounded
over them as if on a great lake. 
[margin]To Ball's Hill[/margin]

  Soon after landing I walked to Bensen's knoll and
back. The swamps were flooded and alive with fish 
among which I identified a pickerel and a bass both
of fair size. I saw remarkably few birds and no
flocks of migrants. No signs of the Cooper's Hawks &[and]
alas! none of my Doves either. The Hawks have 
robbed me of my most highly-prized birds &[and] now have departed
themselves, also.