. A year with the birds . PHOEBE The Flicker or 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 he can climb the trunks of trees Where his food of grubs is f
. A year with the birds . PHOEBE The Flicker or 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 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-wp, ivake-wp, you! Hell rouse you with his when his heart beats high, he sings, Im Flick-Flick-Flick-Flick-Plicker!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. FLICKER 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 \year! My coat is brown like my Mother Earth, My voice is full of cheer;My heart is glad at the springtimes birth; Spring N. ^the \year! My breast is gold like the suns warm rays With a band like a rain-cloud dark;My striped head from the fields I raise; rro. 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 ^dear! 74
Size: 1309px × 1910px
Photo credit: © Reading Room 2020 / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1900, bookdecade1910, booksubjectbirds, bookyear1916
