Thoreau writes in his journal:
Morning along the River . . . P.M.—To Kibbe Place. The Stellaria media is fairly in bloom in Mr. Cheney’s garden . . . I see the Fringilla hyemalis on the old Carlisle road . . . I sit down by a wall to see if I can muse again . . . Came home through the Hunt pasture . . . J. Farmer saw a phœbe to-day. They build in his cellar. I hear a few peepers from over the meadows at my door in the evening.
