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Identifier: birdlore18nati (find matches)
Title: Bird-lore
Year: 1899 (1890s)
Authors: National Association of Audubon Societies for the Protection of Wild Birds and Animals
Subjects: Birds -- Periodicals Birds -- Conservation Periodicals
Publisher: New York, National Association of Audubon Societies
Contributing Library: American Museum of Natural History Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Biodiversity Heritage Library

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iminishes before the end of the performance.To me the song has always suggested a sort of etherial trill, as if the notes camethrough a spiral, silvery pipe, and there is something suggesting infinite spaceand vast distance in their exquisite quality. Although the song carries well, itfrequently happens that when one is near the performer, but does not see it,one may think the bird a considerable distance away. The Olive-backed Thrush has a song which may be described as a poorimitation of that of the Veery, but once Ksten to a Veery on a long summerevening and you will never afterward mistake the Olive-backed Thrush for theVeery. This bird knows well how to hide her nest and unless, perchance, youshould see her carrying building-materials, or should discover one of theparents taking food to the young, you are not likely to learn her secret.Probably the majority of nests that are seen are found by flushing the birdfrom her eggs as the observer makes his way through the woodland. (270)
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Order—PasseresGenus—Hylocich LA Family—TuRDiD-e Species—FUSCESCENS fuscescens National Association of Audubon Societies The Veery 271 On June 18, 1914,1 found myself in a good Veery country along the westernshore of Lake Champlain. The constant singing of these Thrushes, especiallyin the early morning and late afternoon and evening, awakened a strong desireto learn more of the private life of these particular birds. Just as you alwaysfeel that you know a man better after having seen his home, so do youfeel on much more intimate terms with a wild bird after having looked uponthe cradle it has built for its young. We were in the midst of the woods andVeeries sang on every side. So I started gaily forth to hunt a nest, but the dayended in failure, as also did the next and the next. In desperation I wrote to avery wise gentleman of my acquaintance and asked him how in the world Iwas to find a Veerys nest. It is a simple matter, he wrote, if you will keep your eyes open. Thenest is

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