Concord, Mass.
1905.
April 5
  Fox Sparrows have been abundant on the farm for the
past six days. They feed much in vegetable
garden behind the house (especially where millet was
planted last year) when the weather is calm
but whenever there is a high wind they retire
to sheltered nooks in the woods. All of them
go to roost every night about sunset in dense
young white pines in the Pulpit Rock woods.
They sing freely from sunrise (rarely earlier) to
about eleven o'clock in the forenoon. I rarely
hear them in the afternoon and not often
at sunset although at the latter time they
utter the lisping call and the chup note a
good deal. They are less subject to foolish panics
than are certain other of the Sparrows (especially
the Juncos. Indeed a large number of them
will often feed quietly in one place for half-an-
hour at a time without once taking wing.
They are greedy selfish birds, quarreling and
driving one another away from spots where food
that they like is especially plenty.