Wednesday, February 13, 2013

The falling and driving snow


February 13

In the midst of the snow-storm on Sunday (to-day), I am called to window to see a dense flock of snow birds on and under the pigweed in the garden. It was so in the other storm. I have not observed them in the garden at any other time this winter. They come with the storm, the falling and driving snow. 



H. D. Thoreau, Journal, February 13, 1853


I am called to window to see a dense flock of snowbirds on and under the pigweed in the garden. See February 13, 1855 ("
One of these pigweeds in the yard lasts the snow-birds all winter, and after every new storm they re-visit it. How inexhaustible their granary!");  See also  January 2, 1856 ("I see, near the back road and railroad, a small flock of eight snow buntings feeding on the the seeds of the pigweed.”); January 19, 1855 (“At noon it is still a driving snow-storm, and a little flock of redpolls is busily picking the seeds of the pigweed in the garden.”);  February 9, 1855 ("I was so sure this storm would bring snowbirds into the yard that I went to the window at ten to look for them, and there they were."); February 10, 1855 ("It is worth the while to let some pigweed grow in your garden, if only to attract these winter visitors.") See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Winter BirdsA Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau, the Snow BuntingA Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Pigweed


They come with the storm
the falling and driving snow–
a flock of snowbirds.

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 © 2009-2025

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