Concord, Mass. 
1901.
July 8
  Clear with fresh N.W. wind; a beautiful and
comfortably cool day.
  Left Lancaster by 7.30 A.M. train and down from
Concord to the farm where I spent about half an hour.
A Carolina Dove was cooing at short, regular intervals
in the woods near Pulpit Rock. Red-eyes and a Tanager
were singing near the house. The young Hummers had
left the nest in the big elm.
  Reached the cabin at about 10 A.M. Spent most
of the day writing but at evening took a walk along
the river path to Holden's Hill.
  As I was leaving the cabin at about sunset a 
Rose-breasted Grosbeak began singing and I stopped
to listen to him. Rarely have I heard one sing
with such extreme fervor and abandonment & almost never have 
I known the song to be so prolonged. He kept on and 
on without the slightest pause until I began to think
he would never stop, interpolating in the usual song
a number of exquisitely sweet, low notes. I wish it
had occurred to me to time him but I was too much
entranced by his beautiful music to think of it. It
is most unusual for a Rose-breast to sing even fairly
well so late in the season.
  I saw nothing of especial interest during my
walk. As I passed through the woods beyond the
Barrett meadow I disturbed three or four Crows that
had evidently gone to roost for the night in the
tops of some leafy chestnuts. They were scattered about
only one bird being startled in any one tree.