1892
July 18
(No 3)
Concord, Massachusetts.
Mass.
Concord.- One of these Red-tails, a young bird I thought,
uttered a prolonged, wheezy me-e-ow-w-w very like
the meow of a kitten. I heard the same sound in the
pines at Lee's Cliff but saw no bird. This
cry is I think a modification of the call of the
adult when anxious about its nest.
[margin]Red-tailed Hawks[/margin]

  The flight-song of the Swamp Sparrow is tr-wee, tr-
wee-tee-tr-r-r-r-r-r-r the additional notes being
at the beginning - a prelude as it were. I heard the
ordinary song last night at about ten o'clock.
[margin]Flight song of
Swamp Sparrow[/margin]

  The white water lilies have not passed their prime. I
never saw a finer display than they made this morning
around the shores of the bay and along the river above.
Some of the indentations or little coves were white with
them. The pickerel weed is also about at its best now.

  The singing of some species of birds ends very abruptly
One day you hear the usual number, the next not
one and after several more days have passed it
suddenly dawns on you that the bird has ceased singing
for the season. The Yellow Warbler is a good example of
this class. I heard three males on the 14th but not one
has sung within my hearing since. I think that an
abrupt cessation of singing is perhaps the rule with
our Mniotiltidae and that most of the Fringillidae
and Icteridae "drop out" gradually (that is as individuals)
[margin]Cessation of
bird songs[/margin]
  Heard my first Cicada to-day. in oak woods. What
a heat-suggesting sound!
[margin]First Cicada[/margin]