Take boat at Fair Haven Pond and paddle up to Sudbury Causeway, sounding the river. Today, like yesterday, is very hot, with a blue haze concealing the mountains and hills, looking like hot dust in the air.
Hearing a noise, I look up and see a pigeon woodpecker pursued by a kingbird, and the former utters loud shrieks with fear. We scare up eight or a dozen wood ducks, already about grown. The meadow is quite alive with them. See many young birds now, -- blackbirds, swallows, kingbirds, etc., in the air. Even hear one
link from a bobolink.
The bottom of Fair Haven Pond is very muddy. I can generally thrust a pole down three feet into it, and it may be very much deeper.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, July 10, 1859
July 10. See A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, July 10
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality.”
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