Concord, Mass.
1901
April 2
  Early morning cloudy and calm with fine rain.
Afternoon sunny but hazy.
  At daybreak I heard Fox Sparrows chirping all
about the new cabin, in which I spent the night.
They were evidently the birds seen last evening on their
way back across the river for on my way to the
station I found them in the hollow filled with with
willows just beyond the pine grove behind the stone
boat house. There were about a dozen Tree Sparrows
and five or six Juncos with them. All three species
were singing and the Fox & Tree Sparrows were at
their very best. The rich contralto voices of the
former and the wild, sweet notes of the latter constantly
intermingled and at times five or six birds of each 
species were singing at once. The Juncos did their
best to make themselves heard, also, but their weak
trills were scarce audible. It was the finest thing
of the kind that I have heard for years and I 
lingered so long listening that I nearly lost my train.
There were Song Sparrows and Red-wings singing
on my land, too, but I scarce noticed them.
Earlier in the morning I heard a Flicker shouting
in the direction of Hobb's Camp. It is singular
how much later they are in their arrival here
than in the Cambridge Region. Perhaps the
birds we have near Cambridge in March are
our winter residents & not migrants just up
from the South as is commonly supposed.
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