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It's alive! Order my new book "A Year of Birds" from the Thoreau Society's Shop at Walden Pond! shopatwaldenpond.org/product_p/0881…

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well hawkwatch didn't choose any of my owl photos for their calendar but i think my eastern screech in its perfectly owl shaped hole deserves an honorable mention

well hawkwatch didn't choose any of my owl photos for their calendar but i think my eastern screech in its perfectly owl shaped hole deserves an honorable mention
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Sept. 16, 1852. Discovered an excellent lively wild red grape. Why not propagate from it and call it the Musketaquid? [Photo George Vin]

Sept. 16, 1852. Discovered an excellent lively wild red grape. Why not propagate from it and call it the Musketaquid? [Photo George Vin]
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Sept. 17, 1852. What produces this flashing air of autumn? -- a brightness as if there were not green enough to absorb the light, now that the first frosts wither the herbs. The corn-stalks are stacked like muskets along the fields. [Art by N.C. Wyeth, 1865 photo]

Sept. 17, 1852. What produces this flashing air of autumn? -- a brightness as if there were not green enough to absorb the light, now that the first frosts wither the herbs. The corn-stalks are stacked like muskets along the fields. [Art by N.C. Wyeth, 1865 photo]
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Sept. 18, 1852. The crows congregate and pursue me through the half-covered woodland path, cawing loud and angrily above me, and when they cease, I hear the winnowing sound of their wings. What ragged ones! [Art by Dreamstime]

Sept. 18, 1852. The crows congregate and pursue me through the half-covered woodland path, cawing loud and angrily above me, and when they cease, I hear the winnowing sound of their wings. What ragged ones! [Art by Dreamstime]
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A very horizontal character indeed, this green heron was stuck in a busy part of Midtown, likely drawn in by lights and then penned in by reflective walls. We suspect he also collided with a window at some point during his misadventure, based on his demeanor. 📷: Phyllis Tseng

A very horizontal character indeed, this green heron was stuck in a busy part of Midtown, likely drawn in by lights and then penned in by reflective walls. We suspect he also collided with a window at some point during his misadventure, based on his demeanor.

📷: Phyllis Tseng
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Sept. 21, 1852. The small skull-cap and cress and the mullein still in bloom. I see pigeon woodpeckers [northern flickers] oftener now, with their light rears. Birches and elms begin to turn yellow, and ferns are quite yellow or brown in many places. [Photo Reed Andariese]

Sept. 21, 1852. The small skull-cap and cress and the mullein still in bloom. I see pigeon woodpeckers [northern flickers] oftener now, with their light rears. Birches and elms begin to turn yellow, and ferns are quite yellow or brown in many places. [Photo Reed Andariese]
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Dec. 31, 1842. I should like to keep some book of natural history always by me as a sort of elixir, the reading of which would restore the tone of my system and secure me true and cheerful views of life.