Monday, January 2, 2017

The nuthatch and the creeper.


January 2.

January 2, 2017


It is singular that the nuthatch and the creeper should be so rare, they are so regular.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, January 2, 1857

See December 21, 1855 ("Scare a downy woodpecker and a brown creeper in company, from near the base of a small elm within three feet of me. The former dashes off with a loud rippling of the wing, and the creeper flits across the street to the base of another small elm , whither I follow. At first he hides behind the base, but ere long works his way upward and comes in sight. He is a gray-brown, a low curve from point of beak to end of tail  resting flat against the tree.");  March 25, 1856 ("I have not seen a tree sparrow, nuthatch, creeper, nor more than one redpoll since Christmas.”); April 6, 1856 ("Heard there a nuthatch's faint vibrating tut - tut, somewhat even like croaking of frogs, as it made its way up the oak bark and turned head down to peck. Anon it answered its mate with a gnah gnah.")

A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau,  January 2.
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 ©  2009-2023

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