St. Mary’s Cemetery, look for meadowlarks, red- 
wings, flickers, bobolinks, kingbirds, pewees, 
least flycatchers, goldfinches, song, field, vesper 
and chiping sparrows and a fair sprinkling of 
wrens and warblers with an occasional wood 
thrush note to stimulate the admiration of the 
bird lover. 
Another opportunity to search out the bird 
treasure of Pine Hills is along the so-called Tun- 
nel path, beginning just west of where Manning 
boulevard turns on to Western avenue, and run- 
ning northwest back to the pine barrens. It is 
not a highway of roses but is a fruitful field for 
the faithful. 
Manning boulevard notwithstanding the ravag- 
ing hand of civilization, still holds out in its one 
shady nook, sufficient inducement to call a re- 
turn of the queenly wood thrush, in whose glad 
music is a song of hope and aspiration for all 
that hear it. 
There are a few other quite notable birds that 
come to Pine Hills, spend the summer and go 
again, having stayed with us quite unseen and 
unknown. They are rose-breasted grosbeak, in- 
digo bunting, purple finch and scarlet tanager, 
birds of the trees along our streets. They are 
attractive in color and brilliant singers. 
“Yet these sweet sounds of early season, 
And these fair sights of sunny days, 
Are only sweet when we love and listen, 
And only fair when we fondly gaze.” 
May.25, 1912. 
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