1892.
Aug. 21
(No 2)
Concord, Massachusetts.
Mass.
Concord.- rasping chirp not unlike that of our Indigo Bird
and seemed to avoid the pines working chiefly at the
extremity of oak branches where he hung back downward like
a Chickadee. I saw him find and eat several good-sized
hairless caterpillars one of which he extracted from a rolled up
leaf wrapped about with caterpillar silk.
[margin]Golden wing Warbler[/margin]

  The Red-tailed Hawk was flying over the swamp E. of
Clark's woods uttering a gasping or choking scream
prolonged and husky as if the birds throat were dry
(crĕĕ-ĕ-ĕ-ĕ-ĕ-ĕ-ĕ). This is one of the most characteristic
cries of this species.
[margin]Red-tailed Hawk[/margin]

  In Dutton's lane a large Gray Squirrel, tinged strongly over
the entire upper parts with rusty fulvous, clung head downwards
against the stump of an oak for a minute watching me &
then taking to the wall ran along its top very swiftly
until he reached the woods.
[margin]Gray Squirrel[/margin]

Bow Meadow.- I spent an hour or more sitting on a
ledge covered with rock ferns looking out on this pretty
little opening. Its appearance is singularly wild and northern [delete]looking[/delete]
reminding me at all seasons of some of the bogs in
Maine or New Brunswick although there is nothing really
northern in its flora. The resemblance is probably due
to the abundance of Cassandra, now dull & rusty in tint,
and to the stunted, gnarled character of the scattered birches
and pitch pines which [delete]probably[/delete] doubtless get more water than is
good for them although the place is seldom flooded. [delete]at any[/delete]
[delete]season.[/delete] There are a few clusters of vivid green high
blueberry bushes sprinkled about and in places cotton grass.
[margin]Bow Meadow[/margin]