Penobscot Bay, Maine.
1896
June 21
  Clear & calm through the forenoon. Afternoon cloudy with light
S.W. wind.
  Sunday is rather strictly observed by this family so we passed
a very quiet day writing and taking short walks in the
woods near the house. These woods are intersected by a
labarynth[sic] of the most attractive wood paths & they are
alive with birds. I have never before found Nashville &
Black-throated Green Warblers so numerous nor Yellow-rumps
more numerous. A nest beautifully lined with rabbit's wool
and feathers but with most of the lining pulled out, built
low down on the branch of a spruce must have belonged
to the last named species.
  I did most of my writing in the woods sitting at the
base of a moss-covered boulder with Warblers singing all
about me and a Partridge drumming not far off. A Hermit
also sang by fits & other birds of various kinds. The
characteristic birds, however, are the Robins, Swainson's Thrushes,
Yellow-rumped, Nashville, Black-throated Green & Magnolia Warblers
and the Juncos. The last simply swarm everywhere but
seem to chiefly haunt the woods & their openings.
  In the afternoon as Conary & I were standing in front
of the house we distinctly heard a Raven croak twice.
It was apparently flying along the shore. It is rather
common this year through & still breeds on the islands
in this neighborhood.
  The Hermit Thrushes here, unlike those at the Lake, are singing
freely and I think I never heard so much Robin song in
the same space of time elsewhere. Both Robins & Hermits fine singers.