April rain. How sure a rain is to bring the tree sparrows into the yard, to sing sweetly, canary-like!
How sure a rain is to bring the tree sparrows into the yard, to sing sweetly. See April 1, 1854 ("The tree sparrows, hyemalis, and song sparrows are particularly lively and musical in the yard this rainy and truly April day. The air rings with them."); April 23, 1854 ("A rain is sure to bring the tree sparrow and hyemalis to the gardens.") See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, the Tree Sparrow
I bought me a spy-glass some weeks since. See October 20, 1852 ("Many a man, when I tell him that I have been on to a mountain, asks if I took a glass with me. No doubt, I could have . . . counted more meeting-houses; but this has nothing to do with the peculiar beauty and grandeur of the view which an elevated position affords."); March 29, 1853 ("Would it not be well to carry a spy-glass in order to watch these shy birds such as ducks and hawks? In some respects, methinks it would be better than a gun. The latter brings them nearer dead, but the former alive. You can identify the species better by killing the bird, because it was a dead specimen that was so minutely described, but you can study the habits and appearance best in the living specimen"); March 13, 1854 ("Bought a telescope to-day for eight dollars. Best military spy glass with six slides, which shuts up to about same size, fifteen dollars, and very powerful."); March 16, 1854 ("I see ducks afar, sailing on the meadow, leaving a long furrow in the water behind them. Watch them at leisure without scaring them, with my glass; observe their free and undisturbed motions. "); April 8, 1854 (“ It sailed and circled along over the low cliff, and the crows dived at it in the field of my glass, and I saw it well . . . undoubtedly a white-headed eagle”); April 23, 1854 ("I think I have got the worth of my glass now that it has revealed to me the white-headed eagle").
There are many snipes now feeding in the meadows. See April 18, 1854 ("Scared up snipes on the meadow's edge, which go off with their strange zigzag, crazy flight and a distressed sound, — craik craik or cr-r-ack cr-r-rack. One booms now at 3 p. m. They circle round and round, and zig zag high over the meadow, and finally alight again, descending abruptly from that height.") See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau: the Snipe
The crimson stigmas of the white maple make handsome show. See March 29, 1853 ("The female flowers of the white maple, crimson stigmas from the same rounded masses of buds with the male, are now quite abundant. . . . The two sorts of flowers are not only on the same tree and the same twig and sometimes in the same bud, but also sometimes in the same little cup."); April 6, 1854 ("I am surprised to find so much of the white maples already out. "); April 8, 1855 ("The crimson female stigmas also peeping forth"); April 10, 1855 ("Early on the morning of the 8th I paddled up the' Assabet looking for the first flowers of the white maple and alder. I held on to the low curving twigs of the maple where the stream ran swiftly, the round clusters of its bursting flower-buds spotting the sky above me, and on a close inspection found a few which (as I have said) must have blossomed the day before. ") See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, White Maple Buds and Flowers
I bought me a spy-glass some weeks since. I buy but few things, and those not till long after I begin to want them, so that when I do get them I am prepared to make a perfect use of them and extract their whole sweet.
P. M. — To Great Meadows by boat, and sail back. There are many snipes now feeding in the meadows, which you come close upon, and then they go off with hoarse cr-r-r-ack cr-r-r-ack. They dive down suddenly from a considerable height sometimes when they alight.
A great many red-wings along the water's edge in the meadow. Some of these blackbirds quite black, and some apparently larger than the rest. Are they all red-wings?
The crimson stigmas, like the hazel, of the white maple, generally by themselves, make handsome show.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, April 10, 1854
P. M. — To Great Meadows by boat, and sail back. There are many snipes now feeding in the meadows, which you come close upon, and then they go off with hoarse cr-r-r-ack cr-r-r-ack. They dive down suddenly from a considerable height sometimes when they alight.
A great many red-wings along the water's edge in the meadow. Some of these blackbirds quite black, and some apparently larger than the rest. Are they all red-wings?
The crimson stigmas, like the hazel, of the white maple, generally by themselves, make handsome show.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, April 10, 1854
How sure a rain is to bring the tree sparrows into the yard, to sing sweetly. See April 1, 1854 ("The tree sparrows, hyemalis, and song sparrows are particularly lively and musical in the yard this rainy and truly April day. The air rings with them."); April 23, 1854 ("A rain is sure to bring the tree sparrow and hyemalis to the gardens.") See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, the Tree Sparrow
I bought me a spy-glass some weeks since. See October 20, 1852 ("Many a man, when I tell him that I have been on to a mountain, asks if I took a glass with me. No doubt, I could have . . . counted more meeting-houses; but this has nothing to do with the peculiar beauty and grandeur of the view which an elevated position affords."); March 29, 1853 ("Would it not be well to carry a spy-glass in order to watch these shy birds such as ducks and hawks? In some respects, methinks it would be better than a gun. The latter brings them nearer dead, but the former alive. You can identify the species better by killing the bird, because it was a dead specimen that was so minutely described, but you can study the habits and appearance best in the living specimen"); March 13, 1854 ("Bought a telescope to-day for eight dollars. Best military spy glass with six slides, which shuts up to about same size, fifteen dollars, and very powerful."); March 16, 1854 ("I see ducks afar, sailing on the meadow, leaving a long furrow in the water behind them. Watch them at leisure without scaring them, with my glass; observe their free and undisturbed motions. "); April 8, 1854 (“ It sailed and circled along over the low cliff, and the crows dived at it in the field of my glass, and I saw it well . . . undoubtedly a white-headed eagle”); April 23, 1854 ("I think I have got the worth of my glass now that it has revealed to me the white-headed eagle").
There are many snipes now feeding in the meadows. See April 18, 1854 ("Scared up snipes on the meadow's edge, which go off with their strange zigzag, crazy flight and a distressed sound, — craik craik or cr-r-ack cr-r-rack. One booms now at 3 p. m. They circle round and round, and zig zag high over the meadow, and finally alight again, descending abruptly from that height.") See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau: the Snipe
The crimson stigmas of the white maple make handsome show. See March 29, 1853 ("The female flowers of the white maple, crimson stigmas from the same rounded masses of buds with the male, are now quite abundant. . . . The two sorts of flowers are not only on the same tree and the same twig and sometimes in the same bud, but also sometimes in the same little cup."); April 6, 1854 ("I am surprised to find so much of the white maples already out. "); April 8, 1855 ("The crimson female stigmas also peeping forth"); April 10, 1855 ("Early on the morning of the 8th I paddled up the' Assabet looking for the first flowers of the white maple and alder. I held on to the low curving twigs of the maple where the stream ran swiftly, the round clusters of its bursting flower-buds spotting the sky above me, and on a close inspection found a few which (as I have said) must have blossomed the day before. ") See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, White Maple Buds and Flowers
The crimson stigmas
of the white maple, themselves,
make a handsome show.
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, The crimson stigmas of the white maple
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau
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out-of-doors, in its own locality."
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