Vol. 2, No. 4 – The Warbling Vireo

Vol. 2, No. 4 – The Warbling Vireo

THE WARBLING VIREO. HE Vireos are a family of singers and are more often heard than seen, but the Warbler has a much more musical voice, and of greater compass than any other member of the family. The song ripples like a brook, floating down from the leafiest tree-tops. It is not much to look … Continue reading

Vol. 2, No. 4 – The Yellow-Bellied Sapsucker

Vol. 2, No. 4 – The Yellow-Bellied Sapsucker

THE YELLOW-BELLIED SAPSUCKER. When the veins of the birch overflow in the spring, Then I sharpen my bill and make the woods ring, Till forth gushes—rewarding my tap, tap, tap! The food of us Suckers—the rich, juicy sap. —C. C. M. ANY wild birds run up and down trees, and it seems to make little … Continue reading

Vol. 2, No. 4 – Shore Lark

From col. F. M. Woodruff. Copyrighted by Nature Study Pub. Co., 1897, Chicago. THE LARK. Up with me! up with me into the clouds! For thy song, Lark, is strong; Up with me! Up with me into the clouds! Singing, singing, With clouds and sky about thee ringing. Lift me, guide me till I find That … Continue reading

Vol. 2, No. 4 – The Chimney Swift

From col. Eugene Bliss. Copyrighted by Nature Study Pub. Co., 1897, Chicago. THE CHIMNEY SWIFT. HIEF POKAGON, of the Pottawattamie Indians, in an article in The Osprey, writes delightfully of the Chimney Swift, and we quote a portion of it describing a peculiar habit of the bird. The chief was a youth when he made the observation, … Continue reading

Vol. 2, No. 4 – The American Goldfinch

From col. F. M. Woodruff. Copyrighted by Nature Study Pub. Co., 1897, Chicago. THE AMERICAN GOLDFINCH. “Look, Mamma, look!” cried a little boy, as one day late in June my mate and I alighted on a thistle already going to seed. “Such a lovely bird! How jolly he looks, with that black velvet hat drawn over … Continue reading

Vol. 2, No. 4 – The Lost Mate

THE LOST MATE. Shine! Shine! Shine! Pour down your warmth, great Sun! While we bask—we two together. Two together! Winds blow south, or winds blow north, Day come white, or night come black, Home, or rivers and mountains from home, Singing all time, minding no time, If we two but keep together. Till of a … Continue reading