The young bird, all down, with a tinge of fawn or cinnamon.

June 17. 

P. M. – To hawk's nest.

One egg is hatched since the 8th, and the young bird, all down, with a tinge of fawn or cinnamon, lies motionless on its breast with its head down and is already about four inches long! 

An hour or two after, I see the old hawk pursue a stake-driver which was flying over this spot, darting down at him and driving him off. The stake-driver comes beating along, like a long, ungainly craft, or a revenue cutter, looking into the harbors, and if it finds a fisherman there, standing out again. 

See a painted turtle digging at mid-afternoon. I have only to look at dry fields or banks near water to find the turtles laying there afternoons.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, June 17, 1858

One egg is hatched since the 8th. See June 8, 1858 (“The marsh hawk's eggs are not yet hatched. ”)

I see the old hawk pursue a stake-driver darting down at him and driving him off. See August 5, 1854 (“Near Lee's (returning), see a large bittern, pursued by small birds.”)

I have only to look at dry fields or banks near water to find the turtles laying. See June 16, 1855 (“ A painted tortoise just burying three flesh-colored eggs in the dry, sandy plain. . .Find near by four more about this business. ”) See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau,  The Painted Turtle