Concord, Mass.
1907
April 4
  Heavy white frost at daybreak. Forenoon cloudless,
dead calm and very warm. Clouds gathered in the
afternoon when there was a brisk, cool S.E. wind.
  Fox sparrows to the number of a dozen or more
had gathered at the seed bed in front of the cabin
by sunrise but the first Juncos did not appear
there until about half an hour later. Both
species were singing almost continuously up to
10 A.M., not only in the woods on Ball's Hill
but elsewhere, wherever I went. They appeared
to be scattered numerously over the entire open
country on the West Bedford side of the river
when I visited it not long after breakfast.
Such a delightful concert as they gave me
there I have seldom listened to in recent years.
From far and near, on every hand, their voices rose
filling my ears unceassingly. There were also the
songs of many Song Sparrows and Red wings and
of one or two Tree Sparrows besides the distant
"shouting" of a Flicker and less far off, from
the tall oaks on the edge of the meadow, the
measured impressive cooing of a Carolina Dove.
  Immediately after breakfast and before crossing
the river I heard, thrice repeated, the Cuckoo-like
outcry of a Pied-billed Grebe and twice its whinnying
call. Those sounds came from the bend of the river
just below Ball's Hill where the bird must have been
concealed among the flooded maples or button bushes
for the glassy surface of the open water would 