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Identifier: cu31924022541563 (find matches)
Title: A year with the birds
Year: 1917 (1910s)
Authors: Ball, Alice Eliza, 1867- Horsfall, R. Bruce (Robert Bruce), 1869-1948
Subjects: Birds Birds
Publisher: New York : Gibbs & Van Vleck
Contributing Library: Cornell University Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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WHIP-POOR-WILL The House WrenThe Oven-Bird 111 The House Wren When apple-blooms are hangingOn the boughs like rosy shells, And the warm, soft rain is bringingAll that budding May foretells, If you waken in the morningWhen the birds their matins sing. Loudest, clearest, fullest, gladdestOf the voices of the spring Burst the wrens sweet notes of rapture; And you wonder that so strongIs the throat of such small creature. To pour forth so great a song. * * * * * You may find him in the orchard,In a suit, black-checked and brown. With a white vest. Watch his restlessTiny tail go up and down! When the honeymoon is over.Little John and Jenny Wren Choose a nesting-spot unusual,Near the dwelling-place of men: Flower-pot, can or hanging milk-pail.Worn-out shoe, or hat of straw. Pocket of a coat discarded,—Queerest home you ever saw. 112
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HOUSE WKEN ill Tiny, hungry, clamoring babiesMake their busy parents work Bringing choicest, tenderest morsels;Faithful Jenny does not shirk. But her irritable temper Makes her quarrel with her spouse;And shes not a pleasant neighbor,— Valiantly she guards her house. She may drive away intruders.Placing sticks across her door If the entrance is too spacious;From her throat loud scoldings pour. For her skill, and her devotion To her growing family.We admire her; and without her Quite bereft our spring would be. A.E.B 113 The Oven-Bird or Gold-Crowned Thrush Where the Veery breathes through organ-pipes And the Wood Thrush plays a flute,Where Hermit Thrushes psalms intoned At sunset, hold us mute;Where the Red-eyed Vireo preaches long. As though, like Pharisee,For his much-speaking hell be heard,— Exhorting fervently,—Another dweller of the woods Pleads like the tireless preacher.Imploring,— Teacher— Teacher— Teacher—TEACHER—TEACHER! He, gold-crowned thrush, eludes our ga

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