To Bear Hill, Lincoln.

June 27.

June 27.

I meet the partridge with her brood in the woods, a perfect little hen. She spreads her tail into a fan and beats the ground with her wings fearlessly within a few feet of me, to attract my attention while her young disperse; but they keep up a faint, wiry kind of peep, which betrays them, while she mews and squeaks as if giving them directions.

Looking from Bear Hill, I am struck by the yellowish green of meadows, almost like an ingrained sunlight. Perhaps they have that appearance because the fields generally incline now to a reddish-brown green. The freshness of the year in most fields is already past. The tops of the early grass are white, killed by the worm. 

It is somewhat hazy, yet I can just distinguish Monadnock.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, June 27,1852

I meet the partridge with her brood in the woods. See June 27, 1860 ("See on the open grassy bank and shore, just this side the Hemlocks, a partridge with her little brood."); June 26, 1857(" See a pack of partridges as big as robins at least."); July 1, 1860 (I see young partridges not bigger than robins fly three or four rods. . .”); July 5, 1856 ("Young partridges (with the old bird), as big as robins, make haste into the woods from off the railroad.") See also A Book of Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau, the Partridge

It is somewhat hazy, yet I can just distinguish Monadnock  Compare  February 21, 1855 ("Could not distinguish Monadnock till the sun shone on it."); March 28, 1858 ("turning my glass toward the mountains, I can see the sun reflected from the rocks on Monadnock, and I know that it would be pleasant to be there too to-day as well as here")