1892.
Oct. 10
Concord, Massachusetts.
Mass.
Concord. A rare day even for October; cloudless, the air
perfectly free from haze, a gentle W[est] wind. Ther 29 degrees at
sunrise, the middle of the day pleasantly warm.
[margin]Bow Meadows[/margin]
  10 a.m. To Bow Meadow with C. driving up and sending
the horse back. Spent an hour at the meadow, lying
in the sun, then started to walk home. In Clark's woods
saw a Gray Squirrel with no tail, or rather with only a
stub less than an inch long & hairless. This he jerked
and twitched in the usual manner. He presented a
ridiculous appearance but did not seem to be seriously
incommoded by his loss. We saw him climb a tall
tree, run out on a long branch and jump across to
another without mishap.
[margin]Gray Squirrel without a tail[/margin]
  At the place where the wood path joins the Estabrook
road we started a Yellow Red-poll Warbler from the
ground among scattering oak sprouts. It was a typical
palmarum, as I could see plainly enough without
my glass, & a young bird evidently. It was very tame
flitting about among the low sprouts within a few
yards of me occasionally darting out after a flying
insect and then back into the branches. I could find
no other bird near save one Junco. The palmarum
was perfectly silent.
[margin]Palm Warbler[/margin]
  Juncos were numerous today. They seemed to be more
in the woods than in fields and I started several
flocks among dense oaks where they were feeding
on the ground. All the flocks were small, from three
or four to six or more birds each.
[margin]Juncos[/margin]