A Glimpse of the Birds of Berkeley. 



In April arrive the summer birds, full 

 of the joy of the mating season. The 

 Bullock's oriole, clad in black, orange 

 and gold, sings its loud, elated strain 

 from the tree tops, the black-headed 

 grosbeak carols in the orchard, the 

 lovely little blue-backed, red-breasted 

 lazuli-bunting warbles in the shrubbery, 

 and finally, the stately, russet-backed 

 thrush, quiet and dignified in his coat 

 of brown, with white, speckled breast, 

 the most royal singer of our groves, 

 sends forth upon the evening air such 

 sweet organ tones that the whole night 

 is full of melody. 



I would that our birds might receive 

 some measure of the appreciation which 

 is due them, and that we might all turn 

 at times from the busy affairs of life to 

 listen to their sweet songs and winning 

 ways. May they ever find within the 

 confines of Berkeley a haven of refuge 

 from that merciless persecution which 

 is steadily reducing their numbers. 

 May they find here loving friends 

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