Sunday, May 7, 2017

A second fine day.

May 7. 

A second fine day. Small pewee and, methinks, golden robin (?).

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, May 7, 1857

Small pewee. See May 7, 1852 ("The first small pewee sings now che-vet, or rather chirrups chevet, tche-vet — a rather delicate bird with a large head and two white bars on wings.) Also note to May 3, 1855 ("Small pewee; tchevet, with a jerk of the head.”)

Golden robin (?). See May 14, 1856 ("Air full of golden robins. Their loud clear note betrays them as soon as they arrive.”); May 13, 1855 (“[H]eard the golden robin, now that the elms are beginning to leaf . . .The gold robin, just come, is heard in all parts of the village. I see both male and female.”)

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