Concord, Mass.
1893
July 16
  Clear and very warm with strong S.W. wind which died 
away wholly at sunset.
  Spent the day in the house. Robins, Chippies & Song
Sparrows singing rather freely. The Yellow-winged Sparrow in
full song in Mr. Keyes's field where I have not heard
him before since the 12th. He gave the sputtering song
repeatedly this afternoon. The field is perfectly bare &
brown for the grass has not started since it was cut
owing to the drought now prevailing.
  A Spotted Sandpiper nested in our strawberry bed. The
eggs hatched before the pickers came but the old bird
remained about and day after day kept flying back &
forth past the strawberry patch uttering a monotonous
yip, yip and showing the greatest concern at the presence
of the children who were picking the berries. I heard
the bird's plaint up to within two or three days and
yesterday Mr. Buttrick found two young nearly grown
& able to fly feebly in the vegetable garden which adjoins
the strawberry bed & is also on the high ground. From
this it appears that the Spotted Sandpiper does not
always (if often) lead her young to water until they
are fully grown (ie when they had been hatched in
upland fields).
[margin]Spotted 
Sandpipers[/margin]  
  After tea, paddled up river to Red Bridge. A calm,
beautiful evening the water dark yet shining like polished steel.
Two Wood Pewees (one at the Manse), a Savanna Sparrow & a
Veery singing. The air literally filled with small Diptera
whose combined humming I mistook at first for wind in the
trees.
[margin]Up river
at evening[/margin]