Thoreau writes in his journal:
A song sparrow’s nest and eggs so placed in a bank that none could tread on it; bluish-white, speckled . . . (Journal, 4:67-68)
Thoreau writes in his journal:
A song sparrow’s nest and eggs so placed in a bank that none could tread on it; bluish-white, speckled . . . (Journal, 4:67-68)