October 10.
White-throated sparrows in yard and close up to house, together with myrtle-birds (which fly up against side of house and alight on window-sills) and, I think, tree sparrows?
Colder weather, and the cat's fur grows.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, October 10, 1859
White-throated sparrows in yard and close up to house. See September 18, 1858 ("I think that I see a white-throated sparrow this afternoon."); October 8, 1855 ("See apparently white-throated sparrows hopping under covert of the button-bushes.”); October 8, 1856 (“The trees and weeds by the Turnpike are all alive this pleasant afternoon with twittering sparrows . . .They are all together and keep up a faint warbling, apparently the white-throats and tree sparrows, — if the last are there”); October 8, 1857 ("I see and hear white-throated sparrows on the swamp white oaks by the river's edge, uttering a faint sharp cheep."); October 11, 1858 ("See a white-throat sparrow.");October 20, 1858 (" A white-throated sparrow.") See also A Book of the Seasons the White-throated Sparrow
Myrtle-birds (which fly up against side of house and alight on window-sills) See October 21, 1857 ("I see many myrtle-birds now about the house this forenoon, on the advent of cooler weather. They keep flying up against the house and the window and fluttering there, as if they would come in, or alight on the wood-pile or pump. They would commonly be mistaken for sparrows, but show more white when they fly, beside the yellow on the rump and sides of breast seen near to and two white bars on the wings.") ; October 14, 1855 (“One flies up against the house and alights on the window-sill within a foot of me inside. Black bill and feet, yellow rump, brown above, yellowish-brown on head, cream-colored chin, two white bars on wings, tail black edged with white, — the yellow-rump warbler or myrtle-bird without doubt”).
The cat's fur grows. See October 2, 1858 ("The cat comes in from an early walk amid the weeds. She is full of sparrows and wants no more breakfast this morning,")
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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