CHAPTER IV 



A CHAPTER OF THINGS TO SEE THIS SPRING 



OUT of the multitude of sights, which twelve 

 sights this spring shall I urge you to see? 

 Why the twelve, of course, that I always look 

 for most eagerly. And the first of these, I think, is 

 the bluebird. 



" Have you seen a bluebird yet ? " some friend 

 will ask me, as March comes on. Or it will be, "I 

 have seen my first bluebird ! "as if seeing a first blue- 

 bird were something very wonderful and important. 

 And so it is ; for the sight of the first March blue- 

 bird is the last sight of winter and the first sight of 

 spring. The brown of the fertile earth is on its 

 breast, the blue of the summer sky is on its back, 

 and in its voice is the clearest, sweetest of all invi- 

 tations to come out of doors. 



Where has he spent the winter ? Look it up. What 

 has brought him back so early ? Guess at it. What 

 does he say as he calls to you? Listen. What has 

 John Burroughs written about him ? Look it up 

 and read. 



