1892
June 8
Concord, Massachusetts.
Mass.
Concord.- Morning clear & warm with light S.W. wind
        To Ball's Hill by canoe for day.
[margin] Ball's Hill[/margin]

[margin]Notes made
in the field [/margin]

8.15 A.M. Sailing down past Hunts & swift reach. A
beautiful morning, birds singing freely; Robins, Yellow Warblers,
Song Sparrows, Bobolinks, a Brown Thrasher, a Meadow Lark &
at Flint's bridge a Phoebe. Also a Least Flycatcher. There
are no Orioles building along the river below the bridge
this year & not a single Warbling Vireo.  I hear Cuckoos in
the distance; first a Black-bill calling còo-cuc, còo-cuc
còo-cuc the first syllable rather strongly accented, the
second harder  & more resonant; next a Yellow-bill with
its succession of woodeney notes, coc-coc-coc-coc-
Keon, Keon, Keon (noted on spot).

[margin]  Black-billed
Cuckoo
Yellow b. Cuckoo [/margin]
                                              
As I pass through the beautiful stretch just above Hunt's Pond a Yellow-throat is
singing in the bushes which overhang the water. A little
below I hear a Spotted Sandpiper. There are fewer Bobolinks
than in former years I fear. One now goes up and
sings on wing descending towards the meadow with wings
set, tail raised slightly, pouring out a flood of song.

[margin] Bobolinks [/margin]

A rustling in the bushes attracts my attention & 
presently a large Woodchuck appears moving clumsily &
slowly down the bank pausing now & then to reach
up a fore paw & draw down a tall plant on the
top shoots of which he feeds in a meditative, leisurely
way. Now he sees my sail & with a quick rush
seeks his hole.

[margin] Woodchuck [/margin]

Painted Tortoises tumble from their perches in branches
overhanging the water as I glide past, some from a
height of six or eight feet. They do not come out to
sun themselves now in anything like the number that
they did in April, but. This is about the height

[margin] Painted Tortoises [/margin]