I find in my Journal that the most important events in my life, if recorded at all, are not dated. December 26, 1855
Now, at 10 A. M., there blows a very strong wind from the northwest, and it grows cold apace. December 26, 1855
It has fallen so gently that it forms an upright wall on the slenderest twig. December 26, 1853
And every twig thus laden is as still as the hillside itself. December 26, 1853
The sun, shining down a gorge over the woods at Brister’s Hill. December 26, 1855
The bare hills are so white that I cannot see their outlines against the misty sky. December 26, 1853
Now that the ground is covered with snow, the pine woods seen from the hilltops are not green but a dark brown, greenish-brown perhaps. You see dark patches of wood. December 26, 1850
The whole top of the pine forest, as seen miles off in the horizon, is of sharp points. December 26, 1855
Trees seen in the West against the dark cloud, the sun shining on them, are perfectly white as frostwork, and their outlines very perfectly and distinctly revealed, December 26, 1855
The walls and fences are encased, and the fields bristle with a myriad of crystal spears. December 26, 1855
I passed by the pitch pine that was struck by lightning. I was impressed with awe on looking up and seeing that broad, distinct spiral mark, more distinct even than when made eight years ago, as one might groove a walking-stick, — mark of an invisible and in tangible power, a thunderbolt, mark where a terrific and resistless bolt came down from heaven, out of the harmless sky, eight years ago. It seemed a sacred spot. December 26, 1853
There are still half a dozen fresh ripe red and glossy oak leaves left on the bush under the Cliffs. December 26, 1850
Saw a small flock of tree sparrows in the sprout- lands under Bartlett's Cliff. Their metallic chip is much like the lisp of the chickadee.. December 26, 1853
Walden not yet more than half frozen over. December 26, 1850
Walden still open. Saw in it a small diver, probably a grebe or dobchick, dipper, or what-not, with the markings, as far as I saw, of the crested grebe, but smaller. It had a black head, a white ring about its neck, a white breast, black back, and apparently no tail. December 26, 1853
It dove and swam a few rods under water, and, when on the surface, kept turning round and round warily and nodding its head the while. This being the only pond hereabouts that is open. December 26, 1853
Humphrey Buttrick tells me that he has shot little dippers. He also saw the bird which Melvin shot last summer (a coot), but he never saw one of them before. The little dipper must, therefore, be different from a coot. Is it not a grebe? December 26, 1857
Melvin sent to me yesterday a perfect Strix asio, or red owl of Wilson, - not at all gray. This is now generally made the same with the nævia, but, while some consider the red the old, others consider the red the young. December 26, 1860
How well fitted these and other owls to withstand the winter! a mere core in the midst of such a muff of feathers! Then the feet of this are feathered finely to the claws, looking like the feet of a furry quadruped. Accordingly owls are common here in winter; hawks, scarce. December 26, 1860
But the low and spreading weeds in the fields and the wood-paths are the most interesting. December 26, 1855
All weeds, with their seeds, rising dark above the snow, are now remarkably conspicuous, which before were not observed against the dark earth. December 26, 1853
Each little blue-curls calyx has a spherical button like those brass ones on little boys’ jackets, — little sprigs on them, —and the pennyroyal has still smaller spheres, more regularly arranged about its stem, chandelier-wise, and still smells through the ice. December 26, 1855
These weeds are spread and arched over into the snow again, — countless little arches a few inches high, each cased in ice, which you break with a tinkling crash at each step. December 26, 1855
Twice this winter I have noticed a musquash floating in a placid open place in the river when it was frozen for a mile each side, looking at first like a bit of stump or frozen meadow, but showing its whole upper outline from nose to end of tail; perfectly still till he observed me, then suddenly diving and steering under the ice toward some cabin's entrance or other retreat half a dozen or more rods off. December 26, 1859
The ice is chiefly on the upper and on the storm side of twigs, etc. December 26, 1855
The cockerels crow just as in a spring day at home. I feel the winter breaking up in me; if I were home I would try to write poetry. December 26, 1854
July 10, 1856 ("I find myself suddenly within a rod of a gray screech owl sitting on an alder bough with horns erect, turning its head from side to side and up and down,. . .Another more red, also horned, repeats the same warning sound . . . I draw near and find a young owl a third smaller than the old, all gray without obvious horns --only four or five feet distant.")
November 18, 1855 ("Now first mark the stubble and numerous withered weeds rising above the snow. They have suddenly acquired a new character.”)
November 29, 1856 ("This is the first snow.”)
December 3, 1854 ("The first snow of consequence fell in the evening, very damp (wind northeast); five or six inches deep in morning, after very high wind in the night.”)
December 4, 1859 ("Awake to winter, and snow two or three inches deep, the first of any consequence.")
December 5, 1850 ("Seen from the Cliffs, the evergreens are greener than ever. There is a peculiar bright light on the pines and on their stems.”)
December 5, 1858 ("The stiffened ice-coated weeds and grasses on the causeway recall past winters.")
December 5, 1858 ("Some grass culms eighteen inches or two feet high, which nobody noticed, are an inexhaustible supply of slender ice-wands set in the snow")
December 5, 1858 ("The grasses and weeds bent to the crusty surface form arches of various forms.")
December 17, 1856 ("That feeble cheep of the tree sparrow, like the tinkling of an icicle. . ., is probably a call to their mates, by which they keep together.")
December 23, 1851 ("There is a narrow ridge of snow, a white line, on the storm side of the stem of every exposed tree.")
December 23, 1858 ("How perfectly at home the musquash is on our river.")
December 24, 1856 ("The snow collects and is piled up in little columns like down about every twig and stem, and this is only seen in perfection, complete to the last flake, while it is snowing, as now.”)
December 27, 1857 ("Walden is almost entirely skimmed over. It will probably be completely frozen over to-night")
December 28, 1853 ("By their sharp silvery chip, perchance, they inform each other of their whereabouts and keep together. ")
December 29, 1851 ("It is warm as an April morning. There is a sound as of bluebirds in the air, and the cocks crow as in the spring.")
December 29, 1853 ("All day a driving snow-storm . . . in midst of all I see a bird, probably a tree sparrow, partly blown, partly flying, over the house to alight in a field.")
December 29, 1859 ("The musquash make a good deal of use of these open spaces. I have seen one four times in three several places this winter, or within three weeks. They improve all the open water they can get. . . . This is all the water to reflect the sky now, whether amber or purple. I sometimes see the musquash dive in the midst of such a placid purple lake.")
December 31, 1850 ("Walden pond has frozen over since I was there last.”)
January 5, 1852 ("To-day the trees are white with snow . . . and have the true wintry look, on the storm side. Not till this has the winter come to the forest.”);
January 13, 1853 ("A drifting snow-storm last night and to day, the first of consequence; and the first sleighing this winter.")
January 14, 1856 ("I think that you can best tell from what side the storm came by observing on which side of the trees the snow is plastered.“)
January 22, 1859 ("I notice where a musquash has lately swam under this thin ice, breaking it here and there, and his course for many rods is betrayed by a continuous row of numerous white bubbles as big as a ninepence under the ice.")
February 5, 1861 ("Horace Mann brings me a screech owl . . . This is a decidedly gray owl, with none of the reddish or nut brown of the specimen of December 26, though it is about the same size, and answers exactly to Wilson's mottled owl.") See also ~ J. J. Audubon ("The Red Owl of Wilson and other naturalists is merely the young of the bird called by the same authors the Mottled Owl,")
February 21, 1854 ("You cannot walk too early in new-fallen snow to get the sense of purity, novelty, and unexploredness.”)
February 21, 1854 (“The snow has lodged more or less in perpendicular lines on the northerly sides of trees”)
February 24, 1858 (“Being very moist, it had lodged on every twig, and every one had its counterpart in a light downy white one, twice or thrice its own depth, resting on it.”)
March 2, 1858 (“The snow is quite soft or damp, lodging in perpendicular walls on the limbs, white on black.”)


