A trio 
of vandals 
Drive to 
Concord. 
of a boat in which we crossed to them. Near where they woe 
standing I picked up a male Red-wing which they had just 
shot and left to die of its wounds. We frightened them 
sufficiently to stop their wanton sport for not another shot 
did they fire after we left them. They denied having killed 
or attempted to kill any small birds and said that they had 
been shooting at "Dipper Ducks" (Grebes) and bottles thrown 
into the air. They were rough-looking fellows and probably 
poor shots for all three repeatedly fired at the same bird 
in quick succession. 
At 5.30 P. M. I started for Concord. It was a 
delicious evening, still, rather warm at first, the sun 
peeping out now and them and flooding the fields and meadows 
with mellow light. Birds were singing freely but I heard 
nothing of much interest except two Golden-winged Warblers 
and three Towhees. The latter are very scarce this season— 
as they were in 1892. 
I reached Concord at 6.30 and was told by Mr. Buttrick 
that he had just seen five Hummingbirds at one time in the 
cherry tree behind the house. He thinks that they are much 
more numerous this evening than they ha.ve been on any previous 
day this season, I sam r two at East Lexington, flying across 
the pond. 
The pond where we spent most of to-day was originally 
a aieadow through which a brook flowed. There were also 
broad ditches and pond holes where, it is said, clay was dug. 
Along these ditches and about the pond holes button bushes 
