The woods still resound with the note of my tweezer-bird.

June 22

June 22. Sunday. 

P. M. —To Walden. 

Ricketson says that they say at New Bedford that the song sparrow says, Maids, maids, maids, — hang on your tea-kettle-ettle-ettle-ettle-ettle. 

R. W. E. imitates the wood thrush by he willy willy — ha willy willy — O willy O. 

The woods still resound with the note of my tweezer-bird, or Sylvia Americana.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, June 22, 1856

R. W. E. imitates the wood thrush by he willy willy — ha willy willy — O willy O. See June 19, 1853 (the wood thrush sings as usual far in the wood."");. June 22, 1852 ("And I hear around me, but never in sight, the many wood thrushes whetting their steel-like notes. Such keen singers ! . . .Always they are either rising or falling to a new strain. After what a moderate pause they deliver themselves again ! saying ever a new thing, avoiding repetition, methinks answering one another. "); June 22, 1853 ("As I come over the hill, I hear the wood thrush singing his evening lay. This is the only bird whose note affects me like music, affects the flow and tenor of my thought, my fancy and imagination. It lifts and exhilarates me. It is inspiring. It changes all hours to an eternal morning. ");. June 23, 1852 ("The wood thrush sings at all hours. I associate it with the cool morning, sultry noon, and serene evening. At this hour it suggests a cool vigor")  See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, The Wood Thrush

Sylvia Americana

My tweezer-bird, or Sylvia Americana [or "parti-colored warbler,"]: J J. Audubon's blue yellow-backed warbler, now Northern Parula warbler (Setophaga americana ). See note to May 13, 1856 and A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, The Parti-Colored (Parula) Warbler (Sylvia Americana)