1893. 
Nov. 4.                                            
Concord, Mass.
  Cloudy with rain beginning at about 10 A.M. and continuing
into the night.
  Although the morning was dark and lowering, the north wind
and some light streaks along the western horizon gave some prom-
when I started for Carlisle at 8 A.M. that the day might be
fair. False hope! By 10 o'clock it began raining and before 
noon the woods were drenched and too uncomfortable to afford us
any pleasure.
  I had agreed to shoot to-day with Arthur Robbins who took
me first to Melvin's Upper Run where we started three Partridges
one of which R. shot. We next beat Gallagher's Run which proved
a blank as far as game was concerned, but I killed a Saw-what Owl
there. It was in a grove of tall young white pines sitting erect
on a branch close to the trunk surrounded by an excited and very
noisy mob of Chickadees and Kinglets. There was at least twen-
ty of the former and as many of the latter. The Chickadees kept
up an incessant dee-dee-dee and the Kinglets a tsee-tsee-tsee
and both flitted around the little Owl in a circle or two or
three yards in diameter thus betraying the exact position of the
object of their fear and hatred. As is usual on such occasions
they all became silent and flew off in various directions when 
I walked under the tree.