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Identifier: alabamabirddaybo1915alab (find matches)
Title: Alabama bird day book
Year: 1915 (1910s)
Authors: Alabama. Dept. of Game and Fish Alabama. Dept. of Conservation
Subjects: Birds
Publisher: Montgomery, Ala. : Dept. of Game and Fish
Contributing Library: Harvard University, Museum of Comparative Zoology, Ernst Mayr Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Harvard University, Museum of Comparative Zoology, Ernst Mayr Library

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nd very large compared with thebody of the bird. They are highly prized for the table and eagerly hunted when-ever they appear on the marshes; ordinarily, they are rather shy,but since they come to imitations of their calls and to decoys stuckup in the mud, their shyness does not avail them. They are com-monly known as brown marlins or spike-bills. —Game Birds. m COOT -♦©♦ THE cot is a most remarkable bird, at home equally in thewater or on land in marshes. Plumage gray like that ofthe Florida Gallinude, but secondaries tipped with white,bill white with a black band or spots in the middle, practi-cally no frontal plate, and the toes each with a lobed web. Cootsswim and dive fully as well as any of our ducks, and are frequentlyseen on bays and in rivers in company with them, or in flocks of theirown kind. While swimming they have a habit of nodding the headin time to the strokes of their feet. They are to be found through-out the United States and southern Canada. —Game Birds.
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■ r y m. \:\ ■ Y j;P Alabama, 1915. 21 VACATION TIME ALL THE world is set in rhyme,Now it is vacation time,And a swelling flood of joyBrims the heart of every boy;No more rote and no more rule,No more staying after school;Nothing but to play and playThrough an endless holiday. Morn or afternoon, may allSwing the bat and catch the ball;Nimble-footed, race and runThrough the meadows in the sun.Chasing winged scraps of light,Butterflies in daring flight;Or where the willows lean and lookDown at others in the brook;Frolic loud the stream within,Every arm a splashing fin. Where the thorny thicket bar,There the sweetest berries are;Where the shady banks make dimPebbly pools, the shy trout swim;Where the boughs are mossiest,Builds the humming bird a nest;—There are haunts the rover seeks,Touch of tan upon his cheeks,And within his heart the joyKnown to no one but a boy. All the world is set to rhyme.Now it is vacation time. 22 Bird Day Book THE JOY OF TODAY YOU neednt be rich to be hap

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