The farmer's boy . gotten almost altogether thenotes of his earlier song of tumbling happiness, andcroaked harshly as he stuffed himself on the seeds withwhich the helds now teemed. Ease and high living seemedto have spoiled his character, just as if he had been summer was done the bobolinks gathered in com-panies, and wheeled about the fields in little clouds pre-paratory to migrating. Sometimes the whole flock flewinto a big tree, and from amid the foliage came scores oftinkling notes as of manv tiny bells jingling. The boysaw no more of the Ijoljoiinks till they returned in the
The farmer's boy . gotten almost altogether thenotes of his earlier song of tumbling happiness, andcroaked harshly as he stuffed himself on the seeds withwhich the helds now teemed. Ease and high living seemedto have spoiled his character, just as if he had been summer was done the bobolinks gathered in com-panies, and wheeled about the fields in little clouds pre-paratory to migrating. Sometimes the whole flock flewinto a big tree, and from amid the foliage came scores oftinkling notes as of manv tiny bells jingling. The boysaw no more of the Ijoljoiinks till they returned in thespring to again pour forth their oNertlowing joy on theblossom-scented air of the meadows. One of the other birds that the boy was familiar withwas the lark, a coarse, large bird with two or three whitefeathers in its tail: hut the lark was too sol)er to interesthim much. Then there was the catbird, of sKek formand slat\- plumage. Hitting and mewing among the shad-ows of the a])ple-tree boughs. The brisk robin, who. *. o Suninier 93 always had a scarcfl look and therefore was out of characteras a robber, he knew very well. Robin built a rouj^h nestof straws and mud in the crotches of the fruit trees, andhe had a habit of crying in sharp notes at sundown, as ifhe were afraid sorrow was coming to him in some robin had a carolling song, too, but that the boy wasnot so sure of sej)aniling from ihe music of the other birds. He recognized the woodpeckers by their long bills andthe way they could trot uj) and down the tree trunks,wrong-side up, or anyhow. He knew the bluebird by itscolor and the pho?be by its song. The orioles were notnumerous enough for him to have much accjuaintancewith them, but he was familiar with the dainty nests theyswung far out on the tips of the branches of the big shadetrees. He saw numbers of little birds, when the cherriesripened and the peapods filled out, that were as bright asglints of golden sunlight. They varied in lluir tintingand size, bu
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