A hummingbird and a summer shower

July 9. 

Clears up at noon. See two handsome rose-breasted grosbeaks on the Corner causeway. One utters a peculiar squeaking or snapping note. By form, note, and color, both remind me of some of those foreign birds with great bills in cages. 

There is a smart shower at 5 p. m., and in the midst of it a hummingbird is busy about the flowers in the garden, unmindful of it, though you would think that each big drop that struck him would be a serious accident.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, July 9, 1860

You would think each big drop that struck him would be a serious accident. See May 29, 1857 ("the little fellow suddenly perches on an ash twig within a rod of me, and plumes himself while the rain is fairly beginning.”)

July 9. See A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, July 9

A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau

"A book, each page written in its own season,

out-of-doors, in its own locality.”

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