Thoreau writes his poem “The Bluebirds” in his journal:
We planted a bluebird box.
And we hoped before the summer was o’er
A transient pair to coax.
One warm summer’s day the bluebirds came
And lighted on our tree,
But at first the wand’rers were not so tame
But they were afraid of me.
They seemed to come from the distant south
Just over the Walden wood,
And they skimmed it along with open mouth
Close by where the bellows stood . . .
