CONCORD 
1910 
September 20 
I have been living at the cabin at Ball’s Hill and 
out-of-doors practically every hour of daylight since 
September 1st. Up to to-day, birds of all kinds nave been 
exceedingly scarce. Most of the summer residents had ap¬ 
parently departed for the South before the beginning of 
the month and migrants from further North have appeared 
on^y in the smallest numbers and at infrequent intervals. 
It is apt to be thus when, as has been the case this year, 
the first half of September is warm and dry, with little 
or no cloudy weather, but this season has perhaps been more 
nearly '’birdless” here than any that I remember for a long 
time. 
Despite the heavy north-easter during the first half 
of last night — or perhaps rather because of it — the 
wave 
first large bird/of the season arrived sometime before 
daybreak and the woods on Ball’s Hill and those across the 
river were swarming with Warblers at sxinrise and all through 
the day. Practically all the Warblers I was able to identify 
were Black-polls. Indded, I saw no others except 2 Black- 
throated Greens, one an adult male in full plmage. 
About 7 A. M., as I was standing by the river in 
the meadow at the east end of Ball’s Hill, the squealing, 
falsetto flight call of a Golden Plover came distantly to 
my ears half a dozen times or more. The bird was evidently 
