Wednesday, July 8, 2020

Toads are still heard occasionally at evening.


July 8.

Large oenothera. 

Toads are still heard occasionally at evening. 

To-day I heard a hylodes peep (perhaps a young one), which have so long been silent.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, July 8, 1853


Large oenothera. See June 28, 1852 ("Oenothera biennis, evening-primrose, with its conspicuous flowers but rather unsightly stem and leaves."); July 5, 1856 ("The large evening-primrose below the foot of our garden does not open till some time between 6.30 and 8 P. M. or sundown. . . . freshly out in the cool of the evening at sundown, as if enjoying the serenity of the hour.”)

Toads are still heard occasionally at evening. See July 8, 1855 (“I am surprised at the number of large light-colored toads everywhere hopping over these dry and sandy fields. ”); See also July 12, 1852 (“I hear the toads still at night. . .but not so universally nor loud as formerly. I go to walk at twilight, — at the same time that toads go to their walks, and are seen hopping about the sidewalks or the pump.”); June 15, 1860 (“ For some time I have not heard toads by day, and the hylodes appear to have done."); July 17, 1852 (“As I walked by the river last evening, I heard no toads.”); July 17, 1853 ("Young toads not half an inch long at Walden shore."); July 17, 1856 (“I see many young toads hopping about on that bared ground amid the thin weeds, not more than five eighths to three quarters of an inch long.”); July 25, 1854 ("See in woods a toad, dead-leaf color with black spots."); July 25, 1855 ("Many little toads about."); August 14, 1853 (“The toads probably ceased about the time I last spoke of them. Bullfrogs, also, I have not heard for a long time.”)

Hylodes have so long been silent. See June 1, 1853 ("The hylodes are no longer heard .")

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