Concord, Massachusetts.
May 1, 1892.
Mass.
Concord.  Cool with strong S. W. wind, the sun shining
dimly through the forenoon, light rain in p.m.
  Off with Mr. Buttrick for the forenoon driving to
the "Stock Farm" and walking back through the
woods. On the east side of Bateman's Pond found
two small Striped Maples growing within a few feet of 
the wood path. A Solitary Vireo singing in the pines
and a flock of Yellow Palm Warblers flitting about 
among birches near the pond. Saw a Winter Wren
in a wall on the edge of a rocky knoll.
[margin]Striped Maples[/margin]
margin]Yellow Palm Warblers[/margin]
[margin]Winter Wren[/margin]
  Followed the main wood road south and then
turning to the west struck down a steep hillside
to an extensive swamp which neither of us had ever
seen before & in which grew many Yellow Birches and
Black Spruces, some of the latter upwards of 50 feet
tall.
  While skirting this swamp we heard the Buttricks'
horn & presently Bollis appeared. It was a miracle
that he found us in such a wilderness. We kept
on together, circling around Bow Meadow, Passing
through Cyrus Clark's big timber and thence to the
Damsdale & Pratt's spring where we left Bollis. Saw
but few birds, another Solitary Vireo, a Black & White
Creeper or two and eight or ten Hermit Thrushes. It
was a great day for the last & they were very tame
appearing tired. We actually got within 8 feet of one,
simply walking up to him. A White-throated Sparrow 
feeding on the ground by a wood pile was still
tame hopping about & feeding within six feet. I whistled
& he almost alighted on my shoulder. He was the richest
colored specimen I ever saw. Bollis saw a Nashville Warbler.
A few shad bush blossoms open this morning.
[margin] Z. albicollis[/margin]