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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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MEADOWLARK And when the nestlings begin to fly, They follow without a fear;Two feathers white in my tail they spy; *^0h. ^here! When the meadows are yellow with ripened grain, And the days are crisp and clear,I share the bounty Ive helped to gain; The. Vestsshar-. vhere ! A. E. B. 75 The Mourning Dove Seek open woods or tree-girt fields Beneath a sky of blue;A plaintive voice such woodland yields— Coo-coo-a-coo-coo. Youll rarely glimpse the gray-brown wing Or breast of topaz hue,Or glistening head—a jewelled thing; Youll hear, Coo-coo-a-coo. Why grievest thou, 0 Mourning Dove? Is thy sweet mate untrue?He only answers—to his love— Coo-coo-I love-you. By chance youll find the flat, crude nest, Eggs white, or babies two;Tis not the young, in voice distressed, That cry, Coo-coo-a-coo! Each morn and night, on swiftest wings To waters hid from view.Doves fly; drink deep of crystal springs. And murmur, Coo-a-coo. A. E. B. 76 TOaMBff?iR^---iTJ?:
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MOURNING DOVE The Kingfisher 77 *The Kingfisher By a wooded stream or a clear cool pond, Or the shores of a shining lake,A watchful sentinel silently stands. When the rippling waters break.And reveal a glistening fin or scale, This blue-coat dashes in.With his watchmans rattle sounding loud; He makes a frightful din! With the sword that he wears in his plumed cap, He smites his writhing prey;If tiny, he swallows the fish head-first; If large, he bears it awayAnd beats it to death on the bough of a tree; Then back to the bank he will go,Where his children eagerly wait for him, In their famous long King-row. His rattle he sounds as he nears his home— Their baby rattles respond;To enter, he crowds the one in front Till it pushes the others beyond.Now backward they run through the tunneled clay That their parents hollowed out.Where they quarrel and tease and bite and gorge, And pull the fish about. 78

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