1892.
Oct. 4
(No 3)
Concord, Massachusetts.
Mass.
Concord. This has been a great Sparrow day The 
bushes about the base of Ball's Hill were alive with
White-throats, Song, Swamp, & Field Sparrows. On
our way up river at evening I heard a Swamp 
Sparrow sing once in the marsh loudly & freely. I
also heard no less than six Song Sparrows singing.
All were old birds & two were singing at short 
regular intervals & with nearly as much spirit &
sweetness as in spring. Twilight with fog rising at the time.
A solitary Vireo was singing in low warbling tones
in my pines. I took it for a young bird.
[margin]A Sparrow day[/margin]
[margin]Swamp Sparrow singing[/margin]
[margin]Song Sparrows singing[/margin]
  I have not seen or heard a Meadow Lark for 
nearly a month until this morning when, a
little often sunnier, one uttered his plaintive
"ah-see-me" five or six times in quick succession
near our house, the sound coming to my ears
through the open window as i lay in bed.
[margin]Meadow Lark singing[/margin]
  Among some dense young sprouts at the base of
Ball's hill I flushed a bird which at first I
took for a Connecticut Warbler but on following &
"jeruping" a little I brought it out into plain
sight and identified it to my perfect satisfaction
as a Mourning Warbler, a young bird in autumn
plumage. It was nervous & timid but so intensely
curious that I kept it in sight by "jeruping"
for several minutes.
[margin]Mourning Warbler[/margin]
  Many Black-polls in my woods today. Yellow rumps
about equally numerous. Heard one Golden-crest.