1894.
July 1
Breezy Point, Warren, N.H.
  A clear, hot day with fresh air & a good breeze.
  After breakfast I walked up the cart path along the
brook to get some ferns. To my surprise a Mourning Warbler
was singing in some bushes on the edge of the pasture just
above the house. Why have we not heard him there before?
  Faxon came down the mountain in the forenoon arriving
just before dinner. He had had a most interesting time
but [delete]had[/delete] he brought no birds nor eggs of any kind. The
Bicknell's Thrushes sang freely all over the upper parts of
Moosilauke last evening. Their concert was at its height
at 8 P.M. and the last bird was heard at 8.20. Two
or three Olive-backs were singing within hearing of the
crest of the ridge and one seemed only to be a few
rods below the spot where we took the Bicknell's nest.
Early this morning F. saw a female Loxia leucoptera on
the knoll above the cold spring.
[margin]T. bicknelli[/margin]
  At evening(this evening) we crossed the river and walked
half-a-mile or more down the road on the other side.
It was a calm, clear, warm evening and birds were
singing very freely. The Hermits and White-throats stopped at about
8 P.M. as did the Savanna Sparrows & Traill's Flycatchers.
The Olive-backed Thrushes kept on fitfully until 8.15
one bird singing a little for four minutes later and interpolating
into the normal song a variety of odd squawks and trills.
One of his tricks was almost precisely like that of Bicknell's Thrush.
At sunset a superb cumulous cloud stood up in bold relief
against the blue sky behind Mt. Carr. It was glowing with
rose & salmon tints and resembled the form of a cliff broken
by ravines and fissures.