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Henry David Thoreau
Plymouth Rock Crowing Cock
Flock of geese flying over water
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Swamp Bridge Brook mouth.
The cocks are the only birds I hear, but they are a host. They crow as freshly and bravely as ever, while poets go down the stream, degenerate into science and prose.
There is now no sound of early birds on the leafless trees and bushes - willows and alders - along this watercourse. The few that are left probably roost in the evergreen woods. Yet I hear, or seem to hear, the faintest possible lisp or creak from some sparrow, as if from a crack in the mist-clad earth, or some ox-yoke or distant wain. I suspect that the song sparrow lingers as late, here and there alone, as any migrating bird.
If I would preserve my relation to nature, I must make my life more moral, more pure and innocent. The problem is as precise and simple as a mathematical one. I must not live loosely, but more and more continently.
At 5 p.m. I saw, flying southwest high overhead, a flock of geese, and heard the faint honking of one or two. They were in the usual harrow form, twelve in the shorter line and twenty-four in the longer, the latter abutting on the former at the fourth bird from the front.
I hear they were fired at with a rifle from Bunker Hill the other clay. This is the sixth flock I have seen or heard of since the morning of the17th.
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