Monday, May 13, 2019

Hear the pe-pe and evergreen-forest note, also night-warbler.

May 13
May 13, 2019
Friday. 

Surveying Damon's Acton lot. 

Hear the pe-pe and evergreen-forest note, also night-warbler (the last perhaps the 11th). 

Apple in bloom.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, May 13, 1859



Hear the pe-pe. See May 15, 1855 ("I hear from the top of a pitch pine in the swamp that loud, clear, familiar whistle . . . I saw it dart out once, catch an insect, and return to its perch muscicapa-like. As near as I could see it had a white throat . . .”).;May 18, 1857 ("Hear the pepe, how long?”); May 20, 1858 (“Hear the pepe”); June 5, 1856 (“The Muscicapa Cooperi sings pe pe pe’, sitting on the top of a pine”); June 6, 1857 ("As I sit on Lee's Cliff, I see a pe-pe on the topmost dead branch of a hickory eight or ten rods off. . . . mouse-colored above and head (which is perhaps darker), white throat, and narrow white beneath, with no white on tail.”)

Evergreen-forest note. See May 6, 1855 ("The er er twe, ter ter twe, evergreen-forest note."); June 1, 1854 ("Hear my evergreen-forest note, . . . I get a glimpse of its black throat and, I think, yellow head"); May 30, 1855 ("In the thick of the wood between railroad and Turnpike, hear the evergreen forest note, and see probably the bird,-- black throat, greenish-yellow or yellowish-green head and back, light-slate (?) wings with two white bars. Is it not the black-throated green warbler?”).

Night-warbler. See May 13, 1855 ("At 9.30 P.M. I hear from our gate my night-warbler. Never heard it in the village before.”)and  note to May 19, 1858 (“Heard the night-warbler begin his strain just like an oven-bird! I have noticed that when it drops down into the woods it darts suddenly one side to a perch when low.”)

Apple in bloom. See May 14, 1854 (“Apple in bloom”)

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