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 Birds; A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau, the Snow Bunting; A 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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