Sunday, November 23, 2008

Henry David Thoreau, Walden, 1854

"There is some of the same fitness in a man's building of his own house that there is in a bird's building of its own nest. Who knows but if men constructed their dwelling, with their own hands, and provided food for themselves and families simply and honestly enough, the poetic faculty would be universally developed, as birds universally sing when they are so engaged? But alas! We do like cowbirds and cuckoos, which lay their eggs in nests which others birds have built."

1 comment:

Kid Shay said...

This is tangential, but your post reminded me of the crows that used to descend upon Ohio in November and December. They seemed to love the bare trees and empty fields. I can't say I was happy to see them, but there was a comfort that they were so at home with the "dead" season.