CONCORD. 
I 
Fox Sparrows were singing gloriously, close to the 
cabin, at sunrise this morning and just before sunset I 
counted 22 of them, feeding in the seed bed under the 
window. They had eaten all the hemp seeds and were de¬ 
voting themselves to the sunflower seeds which they ground 
into fragments in their bills before swallowing them. 
About half-past six the last birds deserted the 
bed and flew off westward. Following them, I came on 
what seemed to be the entire flock,going (or rather gone) 
to roost among the dense young pines in Pine Park, They 
had all settled on their roosts, I think, when I reached 
this plantation but they were calling incessantly to one 
another, making such a loud and seemingly excited clamor 
that I thought at first that they had discovered an Owl 
or a Cat among or under the trees, I could find nothing 
there, however, but a Partridge which could hardly have 
alarmed them. There was no singing and no lisping, the 
only note used by any of them being the tchuck one. This 
is closely similar to the tsup of the Junco but harder 
and more woodeny in tone. As I forced my way among the 
thickly growing trees, I disturbed half a dozen or more 
of these birds. Each, as it left its perch to fly to 
another tree, made a loud and rather protracted flut¬ 
tering sound with its wings. Most of the birds started 
from near the ends of the pine branches (where the 
foliage is densest, as a rule) about eight or ten feet 
above the ground. 
