Hear a red squirrel chirrup at me by the hemlocks (running up a hemlock), all for my benefit; not that lie is excited by fear, I think, but so full is he of animal spirits that lie makes a great ado about the least event . . .

  P.M.—To Walden via Hubbard’s Close . . .

  I notice again in the spring-holes in Hubbard’s Close that water purslane, being covered with water, is an evergreen,—though it is reddish.

  Little pollywogs two inches long are lively there.

  Sec on Walden two sheldrakes, male and female, as is common. So they have for some time paired . . .