Birds and all Nature, Vol. VII, No. 4, April 1900
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Various. Birds and all Nature, Vol. VII, No. 4, April 1900
APRIL
THE PROCESSION OF SPRING
THE AMERICAN BITTERN
OUR LITTLE MARTYRS
LITTLE GUESTS IN FEATHERS
PLANTING THE TREES
ORIGIN OF THE EASTER EGG
MORAL VALUE OF FORESTS
EASTER LILIES
THE SCARLET IBIS
CHIPPY – A BABY MOCKING BIRD
BIRDLAND SECRETS
THE MASSENA QUAIL
IN THE OLD LOG HOUSE
ANIMALS AS PATIENTS
THE TRIPLET TREE
COUNTRIES DEVOID OF TREES
SNOW PRISONS OF GAME BIRDS
THE RING-BILLED DUCK
A STRANGE BIRD HOUSE
THE CHICKADEE
REFLECTIONS
FOXGLOVE
FRUIT BATS OF THE PHILIPPINES
MONKEYS AS GOLD FINDERS
A PLEA FOR THE TREES
"THAT I MAY HELP."
A TRAGEDY IN THREE PARTS
STRANGE PLANTS
A BRIGAND BIRD
THE BROOK
THE BLOOD-ROOT
TANSY CAKES
THE PARTRIDGE CALL
OUR FEATHERED NEIGHBORS
THE BLUE GROSBEAK
ODD PLACES CHOSEN
THE YOUNG NATURALIST
BIRD LIFE IN INDIA
IRELAND'S LOST GLORY
BIRDS AND REPTILES RELATED
THE ROCK SHELLS
SPRING HAS COME
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THIS curious bird has several local names. It is called the "stake-driver," "booming bittern," and "thunder-pumper," in consequence of its peculiar cry. It was once thought that this noise was made by using a hollow reed, but the peculiar tone is possibly due to the odd shaped neck of the bird. Gibson says you hear of the stake-driver but can not find his "stake."
We have never seen a bittern except along water courses. He is a solitary bird. When alarmed by the approach of someone the bird sometimes escapes recognition by standing on its short tail motionless with its bill pointing skyward, in which position, aided by its dull coloring, it personates a small snag or stump or some other growth about it.
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As the cage door is often left open he is sometimes "lost" briefly. At one of these times I decided that he had gone to sleep under the bed and would be quite safe till morning. Before day-light my mother called to me from the next room that there was "something in her bed," and, sure enough, the truant stood upon her pillow, his wings almost brushing her face.
The song of an indigo bird, kept in my room, is often followed by from two to four subdued notes of exceeding richness and sweetness. Aside from the ordinary song, sometimes reduced to the syllables, "meet, meet, I'll meet you," words unheard save by aid of a vivid imagination, the bird has an exquisite warble, loud and exhilarating, as rounded and velvety as the bluebird's.
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