Wednesday, February 1, 2017

I see a large flock of snow buntings on the railroad causeway.


February 1

3 P.M. — Down railroad. 

Thermometer at 42°. Warm as it is, I see a large flock of snow buntings on the railroad causeway. Their wings are white above next the body, but black or dark beyond and on the back. This produces that regular black and white effect when they fly past you.

A laborer on the railroad tells me it is Candlemas Day (February 2d) to-morrow and the winter half out. "Half your wood and half your hay," etc., etc.; and, as that day is, so will be the rest of the winter.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, February 1, 1857

That regular black and white effect when they fly past you. See January 21,1857 ("As they flew past me they presented a pretty appearance, somewhat like broad bars of white alternating with bars of black.") Also A Book of the Seasonsby Henry Thoreau, the Snow Bunting

A snow bunting flock
and that black and white effect
when they fly past you

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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