Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Birding up the Assabet.

July 28.

July 28, 2022

Saw young martins being fed on a bridge-rail yesterday. 

Young purple finches eating mountain-ash berries (ours). 

The kingbirds eat currants. 


I notice that the common greenish rock lichen (Parmelia) grows on the rocks of the Assabet down to within two feet of summer level; i. e., it is submerged perhaps one fourth part of the year. 

The black willows are the children of the river. They do not grow far from the water, not on the steep banks which the river is wearing into, not on the unconverted shore, but on the bars and banks which the river has made. A bank may soon get to be too high for it. It grows and thrives on the river-made shores and banks, and is a servant which the river uses to build up and defend its banks and isles. It is married to the river.

Where an eddy is depositing a sand-bar, anon to be elevated into an island or bank, there especially the black willow flourishes.

Hear part of the song of what sounds and looks like a rose-breasted grosbeak.

The sweet and plaintive note of the pewee (wood pewee) is now prominent, since most other birds are more hushed. I hear young families of them answering each other from a considerable distance, especially about the river.

The season has now arrived when I begin to see further into the water, -- see the bottom, the weeds, and fishes more than before. I can see the bottom when it is five and a half feet deep even, see the fishes scuttling in and out amid the weeds.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, July 28, 1859

Saw young martins being fed on a bridge-rail yesterday.
See July 29, 1858 ("I see nowadays young martins perched on the dead tops of high trees; also young swallows on the telegraph wire.")

Young purple finches eating mountain-ash berries.
See June 25, 1853 ("I think it must be the purple finch, — with the crimson head and shoulders, — which I see and hear singing so sweetly and variedly in the gardens"); July 7, 1856 (" The purple finch still sings over the street."); August 25, 1859 ("Mountain-ash berries partly turned. Again see, I think, purple finch eating them.")

The kingbirds eat currants. See August 5, 1858 (" [Black willows] resound still with the sprightly twitter of the kingbird, that aerial and spirited bird hovering over them, swallow-like, which loves best, methinks, to fly where the sky is reflected beneath him.") See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, the Eastern Kingbird

I notice that the common greenish rock lichen (Parmelia) grows on the rocks of the Assabet. SeeA Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, the Lichens and the lichenst

The black willows are the children of the river. See  August 25, 1856 ("Why is the black willow so strictly confined to the bank of the river? "); August 5, 1858 ("These willows appear to grow best on elevated sand-bars or deep sandy banks, which the stream has brought down"); August 19, 1858 ("The willow grows especially and almost exclusively in places where the drift is most likely to lodge, as on capes and points and concave sides of the river"). See alsoA Book of Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, the Propogation of the Black Willow.

Hear part of the song of what sounds and looks like a rose-breasted grosbeak
. See May 25, 1854 ("The rose-breasted grosbeak, a handsome bird with a loud and very rich song, in character between that of a robin and a red-eye. It sings steadily like a robin. Rose breast, white beneath, black head and above, white on shoulder and wings. "); July 25, 1859 ("Flagg is informed by Fowler that the rose-breasted grosbeak often sings in the light of the moon. ") See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, the Rose-breasted Grosbeak

The sweet and plaintive note of the pewee is now prominent.
See August 6, 1858 ("The note of the wood pewee is now more prominent, while birds generally are silent."):August 9, 1856 (“The notes of the wood pewee and warbling vireo are more prominent of late, and of the goldfinch twittering over.”) See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, the Eastern Wood-Pewee

The season has now arrived when I begin to see further into the water.  See July 27, 1860 ("The water has begun to be clear and sunny, revealing the fishes and countless minnows of all sizes and colors”); July 30, 1856 ("The wonderful clearness of the water, enabling you to explore the river bottom and many of its secrets now”) See also 
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, The Season of Sunny Water

July 28.
 
See A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, July 28

Now is the season
I begin to see further
into the water.

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 ©  2009-2024

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