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A Trip to Concord, Mass.
1900
June 29-30
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heard, and from the deep woods the gushing song
of the Wilson’s Thrush would charm the listener.
At one spot we started a Partridge with a
covey of young, and after the brood, each bird
about the size of a pigeon, had disappeared with
loud whirring of wings, we heard the old hen
whining like a small dog as she crept about
in the bushes to distract our attention from
her offspring. Two or three times after we
started a Partridge. As we stood on Davis
Hill we heard three Tanagers singing at once,
and returning through the increasing twilight
suddenly a Cotton-tail Rabbit hopped into
the path before us, and with ears erect
sat motionless for some minutes, disap-
pearing into the woods only as we drew near.
The loud keé-yau, keé-yau of the Red-
shouldered Hawk rang through the air as
we sauntered along, but it came from the
mouth of a Blue-Jay, a mimic in more ways than one.

It is astonishing to see the number
of trees, shrubs and herbaceous plants that
Will has set out over his large place.
In an open field we walked through an
avenue of pines, small yet, but in the
future to line a long drive way , with
a row on either side, and an extra row
outside for a pathway.

We had a pleasant evening talking in the
cabin, and I slept soundly through the night.