Spend the day hunting for my boat, which was stolen. As I go up the riverside, I see a male hawk hunting. He skims along exactly over the edge of the water, on the meadowy side, not more than three or four feet from the ground and winding with the shore, looking for frogs,for in such a tortuous line do the frogs sit. They probably know about what time to expect his visits, being regularly decimated. Particular hawks farm particular meadows. It must be easy for him to get breakfast. Journal-April, 19,1858.
thanks for reading tim’s weed patch-who would steal HDT’s boat?-td