May 25.
10 A. M.—To Fair Haven Pond with Blake and Brown.
I found five arrowheads at Clamshell Hill.
Saw, just before, on the flat meadow on the right, feeding on the edge of the meadow just left bare, along with the peetweets, a bird a size larger with an apparently light-brown back, a ring or crescent of black on its breast and side of neck, and a black patch including the eye. Can it be the Charadrius semipalmatus? or else Wilsonius? It looks like the latter in Wilson’s larger plates. It reminded me of the piping plover, but was not so white; and of the killdeer, but was not so large.
Pyrus on side of Fair Haven Hill, yesterday at least.
Huckleberry there, yesterday also at least.
On the Cliffs, orobanche; Veronica arvensis, the little one on the rocks there, well out. Also low blackberry on the rocks a day or two.
Blackburnian warbler and rose-breasted grosbeak.
Lupines, apparently yesterday.
Young phoebes in the Baker house. The bird flitted out as we entered. I reached to an old shelf and felt the warm but callow young.
Azalea nudiflora in garden.
Polygala, fringed, by path beyond Hubbard Grove; how long?
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, May 25, 1856
Rose-breasted grosbeak. See May 25, 1854 ("a handsome bird with a loud and very rich song, in character between that of a robin and a red-eye.") See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, the Rose-breasted Grosbeak
Azalea nudiflora in garden. See June 2, 1855 ("The Azalea nudiflora now in its prime.”); May 29, 1855 ("Azalea nudiflora in garden") and May 31, 1853 ("I am going in search of the Azalea nudiflora.")
New and collected mind-prints. by Zphx. Following H.D.Thoreau 170 years ago today. Seasons are in me. My moods periodical -- no two days alike.
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