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.
Some that have fallen have already split and sprouted, an eighth of an inch. This when, on some trees, far the greater part have not yet fallen.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, October 7, 1860
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