1892.
July 30
[margin]Evening in Clark's woods.[/margin]
Concord, Massachusetts.
Mass.
Concord.. At 7 P.M. I started with Mr. & Mrs. Jas. Hubbard
for Clark's woods. The evening was delightful; clear,
still, and cool enough to walk with one's coat on.
It is fast becoming an easy matter to note the
birds one hears. Between our house and the beginning
of the solid woods beyond Dutton's, a distance of
fully a mile, there were just six; a Robin, a Song
Sparrow, a Grass Finch, a Black-billed Cuckoo, and
two Quail. The Grass Finch sang only once.
[margin]Birds singing
at evening[/margin]
  Beyond Dutton's we walked for half-a-mile
more, most of the way through dense woods,
without hearing so much as a chirp. Actually
there was not a single bird singing in this whole
belt of woodland. But after we had turned into
the wood path to the left and followed it a
few hundred yards we heard a Towhee in full
song in an opening and a Tanager singing at
frequent intervals in the top of an oak.
[margin]Tanager[/margin]
  As we neared the crest of the ridge some of the
higher notes of the Wood Thrush became audible
but there proved to be only one of these birds
singing in the valley below when we reached it
at 7.20 and sat down under the hemlocks on
the edge of the swamp.
[margin]Wood Thrushes.√√[tick marks][/margin]
  Later two others joined in and before [delete]at[/delete] 7.30 a fourth
[delete]were singing[/delete] but one was afar off and none of them
sang steadily or with much spirit.

  The Whippoorwills began at 7.28, two of them, both
coming very near us and flitting from place
to place among the trees. They apparently sang
[margin]Whippoorwills√√√[tick marks][/margin]