1892
Oct. 17
(No 3)
Concord, Massachusetts.
Mass.
Concord.  a minute taking turns with the glasses
and talking in admiring tones. I also made
a good deal of noise with the oars. There was
literally nothing between us and the Owl which,
indeed, must have watched us from the time
we entered the Holt. He must also have heard
every sound we made for the air was damp
& there was no wind whatever. At length I
struck the side of the boat sharply with an
oar and the bird spreading an imposing
breadth of wing glided off swiftly into the
gloom scaling on set wings after a few slow
yet powerful wing strokes at  at starting. He
went in the direction of Holden's Hill &
was doubtless the same bird which the Crows
have mobbed there several times this autumn.
I I cannot understand why the Great Horned Owl
should be so much tamer at night than in
the day time. This Holden's Hill bird was as shy
as a Buteo when I last saw him in his
chestnut woods near noon of a big set day although
a horde of Crows were berating him at this time.
It was nearly dark this evening when we found
him in this old white ash on the meadows.
  Fully 100 Crows were assembled among the pines
on Ball's Hill this afternoon but I did not
see their start on the way south and although
they were all gone a short time afterwards.
[margin] Crows[/margin]