Monday, June 8, 2015

Found in this walk, of nests, one tanager, two bay wing, one blue jay, one catbird, and a Maryland yellow-throat.

June 8.
P. M. —Goose Pond. 

High blueberry. 

A crow two thirds grown tied up for a scarecrow. 

A tanager’s nest in the topmost forks of a pitch pine about fifteen feet high, by Thrush Alley; the nest very slight, apparently of pine needles, twigs, etc.; can see through it; bird on. 

In that pitch pine wood see two rabbit forms, very snug and well-roofed retreats formed by the dead pine-needles falling about the base of the trees, where they are upheld on the dead stubs from the butt at from six inches to a foot from the ground, as if the carpet of the forest floor were puffed up there. Gnawed acorn-shells in them. 

Two Fringilla pusilla nests in my old potato-field, at the foot of little white pines each; made of dried grass lined with hair, snug in the sod. Four eggs to each; one lot nearly hatched; with reddish brown spots, especially toward larger end, but a. light opening quite at that end; smaller, slenderer, and less spotted than the song sparrow’s. The bird is ash side head, ferruginous above, mahogany bill and legs, two whitish bars. Eggs do not agree with account? Nuttall says this bird’s eggs are so thick with ferruginous as to appear almost wholly of that color! 

A jay’s nest with three young half fledged in a white pine, six feet high, by the Ingraham cellar, made of coarse sticks. 

Hear, I am pretty sure, a rose-breasted grosbeak sing. 

See apparently a summer duck in Goose Pond. C. says he saw two other dark ducks here yesterday.

A great many devil’s-needles in woods within a day or two. 

A catbird’s nest on the peninsula of Goose Pond — four eggs — in a blueberry bush, four feet from ground, close to water; as usual of sticks, dry leaves, and bark lined with roots. 

What was that little nest on the ridge near by, made of fine grass lined with a few hairs and containing five small eggs (two hatched the 11th), nearly as broad as long, yet pointed, white with fine dull-brown spots especially on the large end—nearly hatched? The nest in the dry grass under a shrub, remarkably concealed.

Found in this walk, of nests, one tanager, two bay wing, one blue jay, one catbird, and the last named. (June 11.—It is a Maryland yellow-throat.)

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, June 8, 1855


What was that little nest on the ridge near by, made of fine grass lined with a few hairs and containing five small eggs . . . nearly as broad as long, yet pointed, white with fine dull-brown spots especially on the large end . . .?
See June 7, 1857 ("A nest well made outside of leaves, then grass, lined with fine grass, very deep and narrow, with thick sides, with four small somewhat cream-colored eggs with small brown and some black spots chiefly toward larger end.. . .It was a Maryland yellow-throat. Egg fresh. She is very shy and will not return to nest while you wait, but keeps up a very faint chip in the bushes or grass at some distance.”); June 10, 1858 ("The usual small deep nest (but not raised up) of dry leaves, fine grass stubble, and lined with a little hair. Four eggs, white, with brown spots, chiefly at larger end, and some small black specks or scratches. The bird flits out very low and swiftly and does not show herself, so that it is hard to find the nest or to identify the bird. ”)

A jay’s nest with three young half fledged in a white pine, six feet high . . . made of coarse sticks.  See June 5, 1856 ("A blue jay’s nest on a white pine, eight feet from ground, next to the stem, of twigs lined with root-fibres; three fresh eggs, dark dull greenish, with dusky spots equally distributed all over, . . .”) 


June 8. See A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, June 8

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 ©  2009-2021

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