October 7.
Now and for a week the chip-birds in flocks; the withered grass and weeds, etc., alive with them.
Now and for a week the chip-birds in flocks; the withered grass and weeds, etc., alive with them.
Rice says that when a boy, playing with darts with his brother Israel, one of them sent up his dart when a flock of crows was going over. One of the crows followed it down to the earth, picked it up, and flew off with it a quarter of a mile before it dropped it.
I see one small but spreading white oak full of acorns just falling and ready to fall. When I strike a limb, great numbers fall to the ground. They are a very dark hazel looking black amid the still green leaves, - a singular contrast.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, October 7, 1860
Now and for a week
the chip-birds in flocks on the
withered grass and weeds.
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