Monday, April 14, 2014

Now a tinge of green

April 14

6  A.M. – To Nawshawtuct.

April 14, 2017

There is a general tinge of green now discernible through the russet on the bared meadows and the hills, the green blades just peeping forth amid the withered ones.

Can they be red-wings which I have seen for some time with the red-wings, without red or buff?  They have a split note, perhaps no gurgle-ee

There are spider-webs on the meadow lately bared. 

It is difficult to find the snipe, though you stand near where he alights. 

Saw yellow redpolls, on Cheney's elm, a clear metallic chip and jerks of the tail.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, April 14, 1854

A general tinge of green now discernible through the russet. 
See April 23, 1854 ("The tinge of green is gradually increasing in the face of the russet earth."); April 28, 1854 ("During the last half of April the earth acquires a distinct tinge of green, which finally prevails over the russet."); see also note to April 11, 1860 ("The hills are now decidedly greened.)

Can they be red-wings which I have seen for some time with the red-wings, without red or buff?
See April 13, 1854 ("Think I see a female red wing flying with some males");  May 8, 1854 ("A female red-wing. I have not seen any before.") See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, the Red-wing in Spring

It is difficult to find the snipe. See April 10, 1854 (""There are many snipes now feeding in the meadows, which you come close upon, and then they go off with hoarse cr-r-r-ack cr-r-r-ack. They dive down suddenly from a considerable height sometimes when they alight.); April 16, 1855 ("It is remarkable how they conceal themselves when they alight") See also  A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau: the Snipe

Saw yellow redpolls, on Cheney's elm, a clear metallic chip and jerks of the tail. See April 9, 1854 ("Saw several more redpolls with their rich, glowing yellow breasts by the causeway sides"); April 15, 1854 ("The yellow redpoll hops along the limbs within four or five feet of me.") See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, The Yellow Redpoll ( Palm) Warbler

April 14. See A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, April 14.

Now a tinge of green
on the bared meadows and hills
peeps through the russet.

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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