Clover now reddens the fields. Grass in its prime.
Scare a kingfisher on a bough over Walden. As he flies off, he hovers two or three times thirty or forty feet above the pond, and at last dives and apparently catches a fish, with which he flies off low over the water to a tree.
Mountain laurel at the pond.
I sit on the Clamshell Hill at sunset, while several kinds of swallows are playing low over it chasing each other, and occasionally alighting on the bare hillside. The level rays of the sun shine into and light up the trunk and limbs of a swamp white oak on Hubbard's meadow.
Mountain laurel at the pond.
I sit on the Clamshell Hill at sunset, while several kinds of swallows are playing low over it chasing each other, and occasionally alighting on the bare hillside. The level rays of the sun shine into and light up the trunk and limbs of a swamp white oak on Hubbard's meadow.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, June 12, 1854
Scare a kingfisher on a bough over Walden. . . .See June 25, 1854 ("I observe many kingfishers at Walden and on the Assabet, very few on the dark and muddy South Branch.”)
. . . he hovers two or three times thirty or forty feet above the pond, and at last dives. See May 10, 1854 ("Above the railroad bridge I see a kingfisher twice sustain himself in one place, about forty feet above the meadow, by a rapid motion of his wings, somewhat like a devil's-needle, not progressing an inch, apparently over a fish.”)
June 12. P. M. — To Walden. Clover now reddens the fields. Grass in its prime. Comfrey in front of Stow's well out some days apparently. With the roses now fairly begun I associate summer heats. Galium trifidum var. latifolium (?), smooth-angled, some with linear leaves. Is it tinctorium ?
Hear the evergreen-forest note, and see the bird on the top of a white pine, somewhat creeper- like, along the boughs, and golden head except a black streak from eyes, black throat, slate-colored back, forked tail, white beneath, — er te, ter ter te. Another bird with yellow throat near by may have been the other sex. Is it the golden-winged warbler ? Pyrola chlorantha. Rosa lucida, probably yesterday, the 11th, judging from what I saw Saturday, i. e. the 10th. A bud in pitcher the 13th. The R. nitida is the most common now. The round-leaved cornel is well out at Heywood Peak, probably two or three days. Perhaps this and the maple-leaved viburnum are as early as the V. nudum and V. dentatum, only more rare.
Scared a kingfisher on a bough over Walden. As he flew off, he hovered two or three times thirty or forty feet above the pond, and at last dove and apparently caught a fish, with which he flew off low over the water to a tree.
Mountain laurel at the pond.
A narrow-leaved potamogeton well out at the bathing- place, — leaves two to three inches long. Four-leaved loosestrife. Silene antirrhina, how long ?
Do I not see two birds with the seringo note, — the Savannah (?) sparrow, larger with not so bright a yellow over eye, none on wing, and white breast, and beneath former streaked with dark and perhaps a dark spot, and the smaller yellow-winged, with spot on wing also and ochreous breast and throat ? The first sings che che rar, che ra- a-a-a-a-ar.
Sundown. — To Clamshell Hill.
Nightshade a day or two. The cracks made by cold in pastures in the winter are still quite distinct. Phleum or herd's-grass (?). I sit on the Clamshell Hill at sunset, while several kinds of swallows are playing low over it chasing each other, and occasionally alighting on the bare hillside. The level rays of the sun shine into and light up the trunk and limbs of a swamp white oak on Hubbard's meadow.
Scare a kingfisher on a bough over Walden. . . .See June 25, 1854 ("I observe many kingfishers at Walden and on the Assabet, very few on the dark and muddy South Branch.”)
. . . he hovers two or three times thirty or forty feet above the pond, and at last dives. See May 10, 1854 ("Above the railroad bridge I see a kingfisher twice sustain himself in one place, about forty feet above the meadow, by a rapid motion of his wings, somewhat like a devil's-needle, not progressing an inch, apparently over a fish.”)
June 12. P. M. — To Walden. Clover now reddens the fields. Grass in its prime. Comfrey in front of Stow's well out some days apparently. With the roses now fairly begun I associate summer heats. Galium trifidum var. latifolium (?), smooth-angled, some with linear leaves. Is it tinctorium ?
Hear the evergreen-forest note, and see the bird on the top of a white pine, somewhat creeper- like, along the boughs, and golden head except a black streak from eyes, black throat, slate-colored back, forked tail, white beneath, — er te, ter ter te. Another bird with yellow throat near by may have been the other sex. Is it the golden-winged warbler ? Pyrola chlorantha. Rosa lucida, probably yesterday, the 11th, judging from what I saw Saturday, i. e. the 10th. A bud in pitcher the 13th. The R. nitida is the most common now. The round-leaved cornel is well out at Heywood Peak, probably two or three days. Perhaps this and the maple-leaved viburnum are as early as the V. nudum and V. dentatum, only more rare.
Scared a kingfisher on a bough over Walden. As he flew off, he hovered two or three times thirty or forty feet above the pond, and at last dove and apparently caught a fish, with which he flew off low over the water to a tree.
Mountain laurel at the pond.
A narrow-leaved potamogeton well out at the bathing- place, — leaves two to three inches long. Four-leaved loosestrife. Silene antirrhina, how long ?
Do I not see two birds with the seringo note, — the Savannah (?) sparrow, larger with not so bright a yellow over eye, none on wing, and white breast, and beneath former streaked with dark and perhaps a dark spot, and the smaller yellow-winged, with spot on wing also and ochreous breast and throat ? The first sings che che rar, che ra- a-a-a-a-ar.
Sundown. — To Clamshell Hill.
Nightshade a day or two. The cracks made by cold in pastures in the winter are still quite distinct. Phleum or herd's-grass (?). I sit on the Clamshell Hill at sunset, while several kinds of swallows are playing low over it chasing each other, and occasionally alighting on the bare hillside. The level rays of the sun shine into and light up the trunk and limbs of a swamp white oak on Hubbard's meadow.
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