. American bird magazine, ornithology. Birds. BIRDS ON THE PLAINS. This summer we enjoyed our vacation on the western plains. We were in Wyoming. We found its bird life a source of constant enjoyment. There, for the first time, we heard the song of the Lark—it seemed the embodiment of joy. Scores of Meadow Larks met us every where, for the state law protects them from the gun of the sportsman. In our drives through the meadows, they would run along near our track, as trustful- as God meant they should ever be. We saw some mother Larks that used the ruse of the Quail, limping along hurriedly in
. American bird magazine, ornithology. Birds. BIRDS ON THE PLAINS. This summer we enjoyed our vacation on the western plains. We were in Wyoming. We found its bird life a source of constant enjoyment. There, for the first time, we heard the song of the Lark—it seemed the embodiment of joy. Scores of Meadow Larks met us every where, for the state law protects them from the gun of the sportsman. In our drives through the meadows, they would run along near our track, as trustful- as God meant they should ever be. We saw some mother Larks that used the ruse of the Quail, limping along hurriedly in a direction away from the nest, then suddenly taking wing and flying far away. The freedom of the birds was most pleasing to me, who have been used to birds taking to the woods for safety. One day we were cross- ing a meadow of five hundred acres, and as our horses trotted along, we became aware that a band of bank swallows was following us, circling about the horses' heads, many times flying close to our faces. They stayed with us until we reached the open trail. My curiosity was aroused to find such difference between the manners of these swallows and those of their Ohio cousins. I asked the ranchman with whom we were staying, and it proved to be their common habit. As the horses' feet stir swarms of insects from the grass, the wise little swallows gather them for food. Many wading birds were spending the summer among the numerous lakes, ponds and mountain streams of the plains. Some two miles from us a Great Blue Heron had built its nest in the top of a tall old cottonwood tree. We saw the Herons many times, as they frequented. Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for readability - coloration and appearance of these illustrations may not perfectly resemble the original Worcester, Mass. : C. K. Reed
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