At midday (3 P.M.) saw an owl fly from toward the river and alight on Mrs. Richardson’s front-yard fence. Got quite near it, and followed it to a rock on the heap of dirt at Collier’s cellar . . .

  Walden at sunset.

  The twilights, morn and eve, are very clear and light, very glorious and pure, or stained with red, and prolonged, these days. But, now the sun is set, Walden (I am on the east side) is more light than the sky,—a whiteness as of silver plating . . .

  I was amused by R.W.E.’s telling me that he drove his own calf out of the yard, as it was coming in with the cow, not knowing it to be his own, a drove going by at the time.