New and collected mind-prints. by Zphx. Following H.D.Thoreau 170 years ago today. Seasons are in me. My moods periodical -- no two days alike.
Monday, May 2, 2016
The tea lee of the yellow-rump warbler.
May 2.
The tea lee of the yellow-rump warbler in the street, at the end of a cool, rainy day.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, May 2, 1856
See May 4, 1855 (" Myrtle-birds numerous, and sing their tea lee, tea lee in morning"); April 26, 1854 ("The woods are full of myrtle-birds this afternoon, more common and commonly heard than any, especially along the edge of woods on oaks, etc., — their note an oft-repeated fine jingle, a tea le, tea le, tea le.")
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