Monday, March 24, 2014

Goose Pond half open.

March 24

March 24, 2014

Fair again, the snow melting. 

Great flocks of hyemalis drifting about with their jingling note. The same ducks under Clamshell Hill. 

Goose Pond half open. Flint's has perhaps fifteen or twenty acres of ice yet about shores. Can hardly tell when it is open this year. 

The black ducks — the most common that I see — are the only ones whose note I know or hear, — a hoarse, croaking quack. How shy they are!

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, March 24, 1854

Great flocks of hyemalis drifting about with their jingling note.
See March 24, 1856 ("The F. hyemalis has been seen two or three days") See also March 23, 1852 ("They sing with us in the pleasantest days before they go northward."); March 23, 1853 ("The birds which are merely migrating or tarrying here for a season are especially gregarious now."); March 23, 1854 (" The hyemalis jingle easily distinguished.") and A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Signs of the Spring: The note of the dark-eyed junco going northward and A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, The Dark-eyed Junco

Goose Pond half open. See March 20, 1853 ("Goose Pond is wholly open"); March 21, 1855 (“Crossed Goose Pond on ice ”); March 29, 1855 (“Goose Pond [open] only a little about the shores.”) See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Ice Out

Flint's has perhaps fifteen or twenty acres of ice yet about shores. See March 19, 1854 (" Flint's Pond almost entirely open.”); April 3, 1854 ("I think I may say that Flint's broke up entirely on the first wet day after the cold spell, — i.e. the 31st of March, — though I have not been there lately.”) See also March 21, 1853 (" I am surprised to find Flint's Pond not more than half broken up."); March 21, 1855 ("There is no opening in Flint’s Pond except a very little around the boat-house.”); March 23, 1853 (“The ice went out ...of Flint's Pond day before yesterday, I have no doubt”); March 29, 1855 ("Flint’s Pond is entirely open; may have been a day or two."); April 1, 1852 (" I am surprised to find Flint's Pond frozen still, which should have been open a week ago.") See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Ice Out

The same ducks under Clamshell Hill . . . the only ones whose note I know or hear, — a hoarse, croaking quack.
See March 21, 1854 ("At sunrise to Clamshell Hill . . . Think I should find ducks cornered up by the ice; they get behind this hill for shelter. Look with glass and find more than thirty black ducks asleep with their heads on their backs, motionless, and thin ice formed about them. . . . At length they detect me and quack . . .and when I rise up all take to flight in a great straggling flock."); March 22, 1854 ("Launch boat and paddle to Fair Haven. Still very cold . . . Scare up my flock of black ducks and count forty together."); March 25, 1854 ("Too cold and windy almost for ducks. They are in the smoother open water (free from ice) under the lee of hills."); See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, the American Black Duck



March 24. See A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, March 24

The same ducks under
Clamshell Hill. Black ducks — the most
common that I see.

A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality."
~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2009-2024
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