Thoreau writes in his journal:
EGGS—.
At Natural History Rooms. The egg found on ground in R. W. E.’s garden some weeks since cannot be the bobolink’s, for that is about as big as a bay-wing’s but more slender, dusky-white, with numerous brown and black blotches . . .
P.M.—At [Benjamin Marston] Watson’s, Plymouth.
W. has several varieties of the English hawthorn
(oxyacantha), pink and rose-colored, double and single, and very handsome now.
His English oak is almost entirely, out of bloom, though I got some flowers. The biggest, which was set out in ’49, is about thirty feet high, and, as I measured, just twenty inches in circumference at four inches from the ground. A very rapid growth . . .