. A year with the birds . PHOEBE The Flickeror Golden-Winged Woodpecker 71 The Flicker or Golden-Winged Woodpecker Gay, golden-shafted flicker is here, With his wings all brightly lined;On his blue-gray head with its long strong bill, A crescent of red youll find;He wears a brown coat and a black mustache. And he shows a patch of whiteAbove his sharply-pointed tail, When he takes his rapid flight. His breast and back are flecked with black; A collar dark he feet are strong, and his four toes Are so arranged, in pairs,That he can climb the trunks of trees Where his food of grubs is fo
. A year with the birds . PHOEBE The Flickeror Golden-Winged Woodpecker 71 The Flicker or Golden-Winged Woodpecker Gay, golden-shafted flicker is here, With his wings all brightly lined;On his blue-gray head with its long strong bill, A crescent of red youll find;He wears a brown coat and a black mustache. And he shows a patch of whiteAbove his sharply-pointed tail, When he takes his rapid flight. His breast and back are flecked with black; A collar dark he feet are strong, and his four toes Are so arranged, in pairs,That he can climb the trunks of trees Where his food of grubs is found;More frequently his sticky tongue Seeks ants upon the ground. Now hear him speak! He says, Che-aclc! Or calls to lazy boys,Oh, wake-up, wake-np, wake-up, you! Hell rouse you with his when his heart beats high, he sings, Im Flick-Flick-Flick-Flick-Flicker!Or fast and faster still it rings, 0-qui-qui-qui-qui-qui-qui-qui-qui- qui-qui-qui-qui- quicker! A. E. B. 72. The MeadowlarkThe Mourning Dove 73 The Meadowlark When the sweet brown earth is upturned in the spring, And all the sky is clear,I make the fields and the heavens ring; Spring /the >>syear! My coat is brown like my Mother Earth, My voice is full of cheer;My heart is glad at the springtimes birth; Spring thevof. ^ syear: My breast is gold like the suns warm raysWith a band like a rain-cloud dark; My striped head from the fields I raise;Im. OW- Mead- ^Lark! My mate lies low in her nest of grass, And I love to hover near;I sing to her heart as the sweet days pass, I -you^ ^love vdear! 74 .. w
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