Identifier: americanornithol11901reed (find matches)
Title: American ornithology for the home and school
Year: 1901 (1900s)
Authors: Reed, Chester A. (Chester Albert), 1876-1912
Subjects: Birds
Publisher: Worcester, Mass. : C.K. Reed
Contributing Library: Smithsonian Libraries
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Horned, 227 Legend of Myiarchus crinitus. The 50 Lost Mate, the n Meadowlark 114 Mischievious Jim 202 Natures Church 105 Nest, An Odd 113 New Occupant, A 142 Notes on a Captive Woodcock 211 Nuthatch, White-breasted (A Bit of Nature) 184 Old Methods vs. New 219 One Summer With a Fairy Housekeeper 195 Osprey, American 29 Ostrich Farm, American 159 Ostrich, Young 207 Owl, Great Horned 19 Owl, Screech 40 Owl, Screech (Scops and Asio) Poem 86 Owl, Short-eared 171 Partridge, Gambels 66 Partridge, Mountain 44 Partridge, Virginia 8 Pelican, American White 123 Pelican, American White (A Pelican Pond) 132 Pelican, Brown (Catching a Tartar) 34 Phoebe at Home 163 Plover, Semi-palmated 17 Plumage a Protection 238 Poems—Announcement of Hotel de Woods, 174; Hummingbird, 27; Scopsand Asio, 86; The Osprey, 31; To the Bluebird, opp. frontispiece; Young Red-shouldered Hawk and Crows 71 Rail, King 91 Robin, Albino 226 Robin, (At the Home of the Robin) 220 Sandpiper, Spotted 216 Scops and Asio (Poem) 86
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To The Bluebird. 0 harbinger of sunny Spring, Of springing buds and flowers,Of skies as blue as are your wings,Of sunny April showers. When borne upon the chilling wind,It comes from field and stubble, 1 love to hear your thrilling note. Your sweet melodious warble. The orchards soon will be in bloom,And winds their fragrance blowing, Shall waft their odors far and near,Oer every field and mowing. And soon across the field well hearThe Golden Flicker, hammer. And from the gate the robins call,The first sweet note of Summer. To thee, thou harbinger of Spring,The naked woodland bowers Are giving joyful welcomingFor promised April showers. We greet thee, too, you azure bird,Thou promise of the pleasures. Which Spring and Summer bring to us,With all their golden treasures. C. E. Gordon.

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