1891
Sept 8
Mass.
Concord. Weather much like that of yesterday, still, clear and
warm. Dense river fog at sunrise.
  I awoke at daybreak to hear Crows cawing vociferously
across the river, Cocks crowing lustily on the Bedford farms,
and a young Song Sparrow warbling disconnectedly near my camp.
When I arose at 7 a.m. I was immediately aware that 
the great bird wave of yesterday had passed on and
doubtless swept with it many of our lingering summer
residents for the woods & thickets were nearly as silent
and deserted as in mid winter. I walked all over my
grounds and saw literally only one Cat Bird, a Jay or two
and a single Warbler (D.  virens, I believe).
[margin]Sounds at daybreak[/margin]
[margin]Bird wave moves on[/margin]
  At 9 a.m. we started for the Buttricks, C. & E. going on in
advance. I paddled slowly after them stopping occasionally
to listen for birds. Jays were screaming in the woods and
Red-shouldered Hawks (at least two different individuals)
somewhere in the distance but small birds were almost
wholly wanting. I saw one Kingfisher.
  On reaching the Buttricks' I found a large flock of
Chipping Sparrows and Bluebirds accompanied by a White-bellied
Nuthatch in the elms in front of the house, There was
also a Warbling Vireo singing in low, whispering tones.
  Not long after sunset  and while it was still almost
broad daylight a Screech Owl began wailing in the trees
near the monument.