Concord, Mass.
1902.
April 4
  Early morning clear & calm. Remainder of day cloudy
with chill S.E. wind. The surface of the ground froze
slightly last night and everything was white with hoar frost
early this morning.
  The three Fox Sparrows which Gilbert saw here on
the 2nd & which I found on my arrival last evening
were about the cabin most of the forenoon feeding on
the millet seed which is put out for them. One of
them sang sotto voce (almost in a whisper so low were 
most of the notes) at sunrise and two were in full
song for fifteen or twenty minutes at about eight o'clock.
It was a great treat to hear their wild and superbly
rich and perfectly modulated voices over noon for I
was beginning to fear that I should miss this privilege
this year. I also heard the tsup call and the
low, chiding chatter they make while feeding besides,
of course, the strong, coping chirp.
Fox Sparrows
  There was a Phoebee in full song near the cabin,
another at Bensen's, a third across the river and
a fourth at the farm. As I was lying in bed
this morning the Ball's Hill bird sang several times
near the open window of the upper room and a
moment later entered it and perching on a pile
of magazines on a shelf near my bed uttered his
sweetly - harsh phoe-bl - l - e, phoe - bee several times.
I have repeatedly, in former years, known either this 
bird or another to enter the lower cabin and
on one occasion Gilbert saw him alight on an
iron rod over the fire burner.
A Phoebee alights & sings on a shelf in the cabin