Concord, Mass.
1909.
March 25
  Heavy North-east storm with a full gale of wind
and floods of rain. Towards evening, when the wind was
blowing about the hardest, I heard several trees fall in the
woods. One a heavy, dead pitch pine came crashing down
within 30 yards of me striking the face of a naked ledge
and breaking into fragments.
North-east storm.
  A small flight of birds apparently arrived from the
south during the night. About 8 o'clock this morning I
heard a Song Sparrow in full song near the house and
saw at least 25 Juncos behind it, flitting through
the branches of the apple trees and chasing one another
with wide-spread tails and crisp twittering notes.
The males were singing their low flat trills but I 
did not hear any of the liquid sounds usually interpolated
in the song at this season.
Small flight of Sparrows
Junco in orchard
  Just before sunset a flock of about 25 Crow
Blackbirds passed me, flying low over our berry pasture
towards the north east in the teeth of the furious
gale blowing at that time. It seemed wonderful
that they could make head way against so violent
a wind but it did not seem to give them much
trouble except once where they all stooped nearly to
the ground, evidently to escape the force of a strong blast.
Bronzed Grackles in gale of wind.