May 24th on following page
1905.
June 6
  N.E. rain storm.
  As Mr. & Mrs. C.F. Batchelder were in the 
wood shed at the farm about 11 A.M. we heard the agonized
screams of a young Robin immediately followed by a hubbub 
of mingled bird voices. Rushing out we at once traced
the sounds to the top of the tall elm that stands in
front of the barn. It was fairly alive with birds of various
kinds - Robins, Bluebirds, two Phoebes, a Crested Flycatcher,
Chippies etc.  They were fluttering about in the greatest
excitement and in their midst, equally excited, apparently,
was a large Gray Squirrel which, at first, we supposed
to be the cause of the disturbance. Presently, however,
a Crow emerged from a cluster of dense foliage in
the very middle of the throng and flew off bearing,
clutched in one of its feet, a young Robin apparently
nearly fully grown and fluttering its little wings feebly, as 
it dangled beneath the claws of the Crow. The
latter bird was followed for one hundred yards 
or more by the mob of smaller birds but they
soon gave up the chase and straggled back in
silence. It is unusual for Crows to venture so
near this house but I saw a pair of them
sailing in circles low over the orchard near the
barn a week or so ago. Occasionally one would
alight in an apple tree for a moment.  They
were evidently looking for birds nests & the
Robins were greatly distracted at the presence.
A crow carries off a young Robin