October 31, 2016
The wild apples are now getting palatable. I find a few left on distant trees, which the farmer thinks it not worth his while to gather. He thinks that he has better in his barrels, but he is mistaken, unless he has a walker's appetite and imagination, neither of which can he have. These apples cannot be too knurly and rusty and crabbed . . . The saunterer's apple not even the saunterer can eat in the house. The noblest of fruits is the apple. Let the most beautiful or swiftest have it.
The robins now fly in flocks.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, October 31, 1851
Frozen wild apples
soon thaw in my chamber and
yield a sweet cider.
Robins flocking. See October 31, 1853 ("On the hill, I see flocks of robins, flitting from tree to tree and peeping.") See also October 20, 1857 ("The barberry bushes are now alive with, I should say, thousands of robins feeding on them."); November 3, 1857 (" I see on many rocks, etc., the seeds of the barberry, which have been voided by birds, – robins, no doubt, chiefly. How many they must thus scatter over the fields, spreading the barberry far and wide! That has been their business for a month.")
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