The picture above was taken by a dear friend, the American poet Debra Kang Dean (please do not use it without permission). I met Debra three years before, when I went to Walden to work with his late husband Brad, a great Thoreau scholar. Once we spent hours tracking this quotation: "Some men go fishing all their lives without ever realizing it's not fish they are after." We concluded that Thoreau never wrote it, but si non è vero...
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Oct. 4. [...] Birds are now seen more numerously than before, as if called out by the fine weather, probably many migrating birds from the north.[...] The birds seem to delight in these first fine days of the fall, in the warm, hazy light,--robins, bluebirds (in families on the almost bare elms), phoebes, and probably purple finches I hear half-strains from many of them, as the song sparrow, bluebird, etc., and the sweet phe-be of the chickadee.