Concord, Mass.
1901.
July 11
  Forenoon clear and oppressively hot. Afternoon cloudy.
Heavy rain through the evening beginning with a slight
thunder shower at 5 P.M. afterwards changing apparently
into a steady N.E. rain storm.
  I spent the entire day in the cabin but at
evening under shelter of an umbrella walked to Davis's Hill
through the dripping woods. The only birds that I
heard singing during this walk were two Vireos.
  A Grass Finch sang through nearly the entire forenoon
somewhere on the other side of the river and in the
same direction I heard a Phoebe in full song for a
few minutes at about 10 A.M. Both species have been
nearly or quite silent hitherto for nearly two weeks.
  I wonder what has become of all the Partridges.
I have not noted a single bird since June 22nd,
when I heard two old cocks drumming, although quite
the usual number of broods have been hatched in
my woods this season.
  A Green Heron comes every day in the early forenoon
into the oaks on the hillside near the new cabin,
apparently to roost and when I step out of the 
door startles me with a sudden outburst of loud
squawks as he flaps away through the tree tops.
Last evening I flushed a Night Heron from the
canal in the Barrett Meadow. He flew to a low
willow and alighted in the top. Although the light
was dim I could see that he was a young or,
at least, immature bird in brown plumage. The
Bitterns are silent now and we see them only 
occasionally. There are apparently no Marsh Wrens here this year.
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