Lake Umbagog. 
1909. 
June 17 [June 17, 1909]
  Forenoon sunny & very warm. After noon cloudy. Evening 
rainy. Violent South wind all day lulling at sunset. 
  The Toads were silent all day and this evening I hear 
only one or two at intervals. A number of Hylas are 
peeping but not continuously. The Green Frogs are tung-tunging 
all about the shores of the lake. Their voices are somewhat 
different from those we have at home - deeper and 
more guttural I should say. I wonder if there are 
any tree toads here! I have heard none this season 
and cannot remember hearing any in former years.
Batrachians
  At no time during the day were there less than five or 
six Grackles in our cove and the number sometimes was 
ten or a dozen. We supply them bountifully with fragments 
of bread & other refuse food which drift ashore where they 
now get it among the grass seldom hovering over it. They 
take most of it to the island by the boat house, no doubt 
for their young. They get bolder & bolder. Yesterday several 
of them alighted on the houseboat and walked about over 
her deck to the canopied room where we were 
at dinner. The males still puff out their feathers and utter 
their croaking notes almost as frequently and ardently as in 
early spring. Late this afternoon they set up a great 
outcry in the woods on the island at the mouth of the 
cove where and excited Robin and joined them. The clamor kept 
increasing until it was fairly ear-splitting. At length the 
cause of the turmoil was revealed when a Broad-winged 
Hawk (the [female] with ragged wings that haunts the cove - took 
flight with the whole mob of Blackbirds led by the Robin, in
hot pursuit. I wonder if they have cause for this hatred of the Broad wing
Bronzed
Grackles