Saturday, April 9, 2011

Worm-piles and other signs of Spring.



Small reddish butterflies common; also, on snowbanks, many of the small fuzzy gnats and cicindelæ and some large black dor-bug-like beetles.  The two latter are easily detected from a distance on the snow. 

The phoebe note of chickadee.

White frost these mornings.

Worm-piles in grass.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, April 9, 1861


Small reddish butterfies.
 See April 1, 1852 ("Saw the first bee of the season on the railroad causeway, also a small red butterfly and, later, a large dark one with buff-edged wings.");April 8, 1855 (“The great buff-edged butterfly flutters across the river. Afterward I see a small red one over the shore.”); March 31, 1858 (“In the wood-paths now I see many small red butterflies”); March 31, 1860 ("The small red butterfly in the wood-paths and sprout-lands.") See also See also A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau, The Small Red Butterfly

Fuzzy gnats. See  April 2, 1859 ("There are many fuzzy gnats now in the air, windy as it is. . . .They are not, perhaps, so thick as they will be, but they are suddenly much thicker than they were, and perhaps their presence affects the arrival of the phoebe, which, I suspect, feeds on them. "); April 5, 1855 (“See this forenoon a great many of those little fuzzy gnats in the air.”) See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Fuzzy Gnats (tipulidæ)

The phoebe note of chickadee.
See April 9, 1856 (“For two or three days, have heard delivered often and with greater emphasis the loud, clear, sweet phebe note of the chickadee, elicited by the warmth.”)

White frost these mornings. See April 8, 1855 (“The ground white with frost, and all the meadows also, and a low mist curling over the smooth water now in the sunlight, which gives the water a silver-plated look.”)

Worm-piles in grass.
See March 20, 1860 ("Worm-piles in dooryard this morning");  April 14, 1859 (“There are many worm holes or piles in the door-yard this forenoon. How long?”); April 26, 1856 (“Worm-piles about the door-step this morning; how long?”);

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