1893. 
Nov. 5.                                          
Concord, Mass.
  Cloudless with light N. wind a beautiful late autumn day
with cool sparkling air.
  In the early forenoon I walked eastward from town about
half a mile crossing first a hilly pasture where the sandy foot-
path was dotted thickly with the tracks of Skunks and Foxes.
Next passing through a weed grown vineyard alive with Juncos and 
Tree Sparrows, and finally entering the woods on the ridge be-
hind the Moore farm. A broad wood path led down past a little
pond entirely encircled by woods. Here I lay down in the sun
under a pine for half-an-hour or more. Chickadees were chirping
and Jays screaming near at hand and occasionally a Crow and once
a Red-shouldered Hawk passed overhead. A yellow butterfly and
several hornets flitted about in the sun although the air was
sharp and frosty.
  On the way back Don ran down into a deep hollow thickly
grown up to pines and presently I heard four Partridges fly in
quick succession. Two of them came towards me and crossed the
wood path within three or four rods of me giving me very easy
shots had I had a gun. The spot  where I saw the birds was but
little more than a quarter of a mile from the heart of the vill-
age. Besides the birds above mentioned I saw during this walk
a Nuthatch (in the cemetery) and several Goldfinches.