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MY GARDEN. 



The Thrush. 



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Blackbird. 







Birds unknown. 



" The birds their quire apply ; airs, vernal airs, 

 Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune 

 The trembling leaves." MILTON. 



In large gardens it is difficult to collect friends together, or to call 

 the gardener. I find that this is best done by a garden cry, which 

 is essentially the cuckoo's note, When employed in serious earnest, 

 it can be recognized nearly a mile off. I have tested it in the stillness 

 on the glaciers against the cry of the Alpine guides, but an Australian 

 lady on a visit to my garden declared the " Cowi, cowi " which is so 



