. Bird-land echoes; . Cedar-bird. of importations, they do not seem to attract thebirds. My eyes fell upon the showy cone-flowerthat had been brought from the near-by meadows,and in one corner of the garden there was a thriftycentaury, now a mass of bright pink-purple this latter flower is so generally overlooked is 136 Bird-Land Echoes. a mystery to me. Few exotics with similarly coloredblossoms can compare with it. From the wavy willow branches almost overheadthere trickled down a broken roll of gutturals, andI looked for the cuckoo that I knew had utteredthem. What a strange bird
. Bird-land echoes; . Cedar-bird. of importations, they do not seem to attract thebirds. My eyes fell upon the showy cone-flowerthat had been brought from the near-by meadows,and in one corner of the garden there was a thriftycentaury, now a mass of bright pink-purple this latter flower is so generally overlooked is 136 Bird-Land Echoes. a mystery to me. Few exotics with similarly coloredblossoms can compare with it. From the wavy willow branches almost overheadthere trickled down a broken roll of gutturals, andI looked for the cuckoo that I knew had utteredthem. What a strange bird this is ! It seems tofly only when passing from tree to tree ; it glidesthrough the branches. It will—it does—pass near ^i. Cuckoo. you, time and again, all summer long, without yoursuspecting its presence. I have been assured thatits cry was the complaining of a tree-toad. Kek-kek-Oy kek-kek-o, ko, koy ko ; there is the sound again,and I see the bird gliding from limb to limb of thewillow without causing the slenderest twigs to gives me the impression of an unhappy spirit,doomed to wander and worry throughout all time ;and I was not surprised when I read that the Rus- Our Old-Garden Birds. 137 sian cuckoo is said by the peasants of that countryto be the soul of an unbaptized infant The peasantshold out some hope for it, but our cuckoo is too un-canny a bird for us to believe that it will ever returnto happier conditions. ** I have flowers from April to the end of fall, saidAunt Peggy, whenshe returned,andI dont have nofavorites ; theyreall good enough for me ;but what I like best, ifthere is any choice, isthem I remember the just young again when theyellow rose comes out in sh
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