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1892.
July 10
Concord, Massachusetts.
To Fairhaven Bay.
Mass.
Concord. Clear and very warm with light W. Wind.
  Immediately after breakfast I walked out along the
Esterbrook road to beyond Mr. Burrill's. An Indigo Bird
singing in bushes along a wall in Mr. [?] field and
a Yellow-winged Sparrow in a field toward [?] corner.
The Meadow Larks were still in the field just beyond the
Burrill's, flying nervously about alighting on the tops of
the birches by the roadside. I noted the cries of the
female thus: Yeep a yaap; yeep-ip and peer, er-pi-peer
the last having a fine martial ring like a bugle call. 
There is a marked resemblance in the quality of voice
to that of the European Starling. The song I rendered
thus: Tzien-tzee; tzien-tzing; or tzien-tzing-tzee.
  A brood of Grosbeaks haunt our cherry tree now and
are feeding on the fruit. Both parents are with them.
The old male occasionally gives a snatch or two of
his spring song especially in the early morning. The
call of the young is [?]. One of the party, the old
female, as I believe, although I did not determine this
definitely - got into some trouble with a Robin this
morning and made a great outcry, beginning with a
Robin-like pip, pip, pip and running this into a
loud and rather shrill scream - p-p-p-p-p-p-p.
This is the call which the mother bird at Ball's Hill
gave when she found me at her nest when the
young were about to leave it. It is evidently given
only under great excitement.
[margin]Brood of
Rose.br.Grosbeaks
Calls of 
young &
parent.[/margin]
[margin]Notes of the
Meadow Lark[/margin]
  Nuthatches are now heard in or near the elms in
front of the house or among the trees by the [?]
every morning and evening.
[margin]Sitta Carolinensis[/margin]
  Robins, Chippies & the Warbling Vireo still singing freely. The last