June 14.
Miss Pratt brings me the fertile barberry from northeast the great yellow birch. The staminate is apparently effete.
Young partridges, when?
P. M. — To Gowing's Swamp.
I notice interrupted ferns, which were killed, fruit and all, by the frosts of the 28th and 29th of May, now coming up afresh from the root. The barren fronds seem to have stood it better.
See in a meadow a song sparrow's nest with three eggs, and another egg just buried level with the bottom of the nest. Probably it is one of a previous laying, which the bird considered addled. I find it to be not at all developed, nor yet spoiled.
Common garden columbine, broad and purple, by roadside, fifty rods below James Wright's.
The river is raised surprisingly by the rain of the 12th. The Mill Brook has been over the Turnpike.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal June 14, 1858
Young partridges. See June 11, 1856 ("A partridge with young in the Saw Mill Brook path."); June 23, 1854 ("Disturb three different broods of partridges in my walk this afternoon in different places.")
A song sparrow's nest with three eggs. See June 14, 1855 ("A song sparrow’s nest in ditch bank under Clamshell, of coarse grass lined with fine, and five eggs nearly hatched and a peculiar dark end to them."); June 13, 1858 ("A song sparrow's nest here in a little spruce . . . — a very thick, firm, and portable nest, an inverted cone; — four eggs. They build them in a peculiar manner in these sphagnous swamps, elevated apparently on account of water.")
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.
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