March 14.
Rain, rain, rain; but even this is fair weather after so much snow. The ice on Walden has now for some days looked white like snow, the surface being softened by the sun. I see a flock of blackbirds and hear their conqueree. The ground is mostly bare now.
Again I hear the chickadee's spring note.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, March 14, 1852
Again I hear the chickadee's spring note. See note to March 10, 1852 ("Hear the phoebe note of the chickadee to-day for the first time. , , , [T]hey too have become spring birds; they have changed their note. Even they feel the influence of spring.")
New and collected mind-prints. by Zphx. Following H.D.Thoreau 170 years ago today. Seasons are in me. My moods periodical -- no two days alike.
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