CHAPTER IV 



THE VILLAGE THRUSH 



HPHE tall poplars had no leaves upon 

 - them when the Thrush first began 

 his spring song. Winter hardly seemed 

 to have gone when the first bright and 

 sunny day of spring arrived, and the 

 sudden warmth made the birds sing. I 

 do not know how many years past the 

 Thrush had sung from his high perch 

 over that beautiful little village, but we 

 were all glad to hear his first notes again. 

 Last winter his favourite tree was cut 

 down, but he took up his position on a 

 higher branch on a neighbouring tree. 

 There was no mistaking this Thrush 

 when he began for he had a wonderful 



