Wednesday, July 6, 2016

The anxious peet of a peetweet, hovering over its young.

July 6.

P. M. — To Assabet Bath. 

Campanula aparinoides, roadside opposite centaurea, several days. Early low blueberries ripe. 

Cross the river at bath place. On the sandy bank opposite, see a wood tortoise voraciously eating sorrel leaves, under my face. 

In A. Hosmer’s ice-bared meadow south of Turnpike, hear the distressed or anxious peet of a peetweet, and see it hovering over its young, half grown, which runs beneath and suddenly hides securely in the grass when but few feet from me. 

White avens, evidently Bigelow’s Geum album (which Gray makes only a variety of G. Virginianum), a good while, very rough and so much earlier than the G. Virginianum that only one flower remains. The heads have attained their full size, with twisted tails to the awns, while the other will not open for some days. I think Bigelow must be right. 

Lysimachia lanceolata, a day or two. 

Rhus typhina in our yard; how long? Did not see it out in New Bedford ten days ago. 

There is a young red mulberry in the lower hedge beneath the celtis. 

G. Emerson says the sweet-briar was doubtless introduced, yet, according to Bancroft, Gosnold found it on the Elizabeth Isles.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, July 6, 1856

On the sandy bank opposite, see a wood tortoise voraciously eating sorrel leaves, under my face. See June 28, 1860 (" meet to-day with a wood tortoise . . .in Hosmer's sandy bank field north of Assabet Bridge, deliberately eating sorrel.") See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Wood Sorrel; A Book of the Seasons, the Wood Turtle (Emys insculpta)

The distressed or anxious peet of a peetweet, . . .hovering over its young. See July 2, 1860 ("the alarm note of the peetweets, concerned about their young."); June 21, 1855 ("Peetweets make quite a noise calling to their young with alarm.")

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