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Title: Birds : illustrated by color photography : a monthly serial ..
Year: 1897 (1890s)
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Subjects: Birds Natural history
Publisher: Chicago, Ill. : Nature Study Publishing Co.
Contributing Library: Smithsonian Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: Biodiversity Heritage Library

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ld learn it. The Mocking Bird is anotherof our Thrushes. By this timeyou have surely made up yourminds that the Thrushes aresweet singers. The Mocker seems to takedelight in fooling people. Onegentleman while sitting on hisporch heard what he thought tobe a young bird in distress. Hewent in the direction of thesound and soon heard the samecry behind him. He turned andwent back toward the porch,when he heard it in anotherdirection. Soon he found outthat Mr. Mocking Bird had beenfooling him, and was flyingabout from shrub to shrubmaking that sound. His nest is carelessly madeof almost anything he can find.The small, bluish-green eggsare much like the Catbirds eggs. Little Mocking Birds lookvery much like the young ofother Thrushes, and do notbecome Mockers like their par-ents, until they are full grown. Which one of the otherThrushes that you have seen inBieds does the Mocking Birdresemble ? He is the only Thrush thatsings while on the wing. Allof the others sing only whileperching. 192
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i-rom col. F. M. Woodruff. AMERICAN MOCKING BIRD. JUNE. Frank-hearted hostess of the field and wood, Gipsy, whose roof is every spreading tree, June is the pearl of our New England year, Still a surprisal, though expected long, Her coming startles. Long she lies in wait, Makes many a feint, peeps forth, draws coyly back, Then, from some southern ambush in the sky, With one great gush of blossoms storms the world. A week ago the Sparrow was divine; The Bluebird, shifting his light load of song From post to post along the cheerless fence, Was as a rhymer ere the poet came ; But now, O rapture! sunshine winged and voiced, Pipe blown through by the warm, wild breath of the West, Shepherding his soft droves of fleecy cloud, - Gladness of woods, skies, waters, all in one, The Bobolink has come, and, like the soul Of the sweet season vocal in a bird, Gurgles in ecstasy we know not what Save June! Dear June! Now God be praised Jor June. — LOWELL.

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